Cathy gets downright irate whenever I use that term.The airport had turned out to be a good investment. Tracy set up an advertising campaign that boos...ed income to the point that the business was not only self sustaining but it actually showed a profit big enough to stay ahead of the payments on the mortgage I took out on it. Keeping Bob and his wife on as managers worked out well so I didn't have to go through hiring someone to run the place. One leisure time activity I enjoyed was grabbing. Mostly they borrow from themselves. It helps to reduce taxes. I don't know how it works but my accountants swear that it does.You'd be surprised what money can buy. Like the time a clever little director of Immigration began to look more closely into my passport. I didn't buy him. I used blackmail instead. It transpired that he lived two lives. He was a Jekyll-Hyde character. To the world at large, he was a happy family man, but secretly he was a pervert. He liked teenaged boys of sixteen to. His tongue thrusting in and out and his lips pressing on mine so fucking hard. I wrap one leg around his waist which hikes my tight skirt up exposing my pussy to the belt buckle still holding up his pants. The cold metal startle me, but it feels so good to have something hard and cool to grind against. I'm so hot and my head is reeling. He lifts my leg up and grabs my right ass cheek spreading my pussy further open on his belt. I groan and he picks up my other leg and I wrap my entire self. If she had a father or brother, they might find her a place as a servant, more like a slave, but at least she would eat, although she would be used up only slightly less quickly than as a houri.She grimaced at the irony of her name, Alia, blessed of Allah. Lia didn’t feel very blessed presently, only just alone, friendless, and unable to pass as a boy for very much longer.Shaking off the feelings of hopelessness, she decided to try for one more score while the hot afternoon held the town in a.