He was human after all. She reached for the bottle of oil on the table next to her. She’d noticed it earlier and wondered whether he’d eventually ...ant her to use it. Now, she almost didn’t care what he wanted. The tables hadbeen turned and he was in control of the situation now, not him. Holding the bottle high above her breasts, she allowed the oil to cascade down onto the upslope of her tits, first the right one and then the left. If she expected a rebuke from the photographer, none was. It is my gift to you." Demus said with a chilling smile as he looked at Bib Fortuna.The twi'lek male begged for his life, but Oola taking her chance at vengeance shot him twice before he fell dead. Demus smiled as he remembered the rage that had come from her. Even now it was barely dissipating."Excellent. Now let's see if we can get this place cleaned up." Demus said.Demus had spared some of the servants in another room deciding that they could prove useful, and they hurried to do his bidding.. You take that cock so good. There are girls that wish they could take a cock as good you do, faggot." Jacob purposefully used the word now over and over again. The shame and power play here was a heavily psychological one built upon the principles of male expectation versus the desire of sexual taboo. Neither of them were ready to write essays about this interplay, but they scribbled shorthand in the words that came out during their kinky fuck-fest of realization and fantasies quenched. This. ”“Of course. I will ask boobook.”“How will you get there?” boobook asked.“We will drive to Yardungarl and walk from there.”“When?”“After noon tomorrow. We must first go to Home Timber with Jos and Zeke and Andy and Henk. They will load the utes and we will drive to the new site, where they can unload. We will go to eat and drink and then go to the cave of the Gwion Gwion.”“Stay safe.”In the evening, Boobook spoke about housing.Long ago, people were very tiny, not much taller than a galah.They.