I’ve asked one of them, to watch your sister. If they do not hear from me by tomorrow noon my time with news that I have fucked your brains out, th...y will kidnap her. They will ship her up to Siberia, where there is a whore house for the oil workers. They actually calculate profit from a prostitute there in terms of fucks per hour. I think your beautiful sister will probably have a very high margin. You will never see her again and you will have to live the guilt that your unwillingness. “No, I’m good,” she said, pushing my hand away, “You know, I’ve seen you smoke a lot of weed over the years. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you horny. So, does weed make you horny, or do I?“Well, I guess it’s a combination of both. Weed does make me horny, but…” I said, trying to stop the conversation.I put the joint out to save the rest for later and grabbed my beer. “But?” Kylie asked before I could take a sip.I put the bottle to my lips and started drinking, trying to buy time. Kylie punched. As I headed back towards the May Fair InterContinental, I took a detour through Green Park to walk past Buckingham Palace, and then continued on to Westminster to see Big Ben.As I walked past the Houses of Parliament I thought about Guy Fawkes, a Catholic monarchist, who once plotted to blow up Parliament to restore absolutist rule. While I could certainly sympathize with his sentiment at blowing up Parliament, just as I could the sentiment of ‘first thing we do is kill all the lawyers’, both. But instead of putting him down on his paws, she placed him on his back. The small dog just lay there, staring up at her. But Barbie was not interested in his eyes. Instead, she was busy examining the surprisingly large cock that stood between his hind legs. It seemed like tasting Barbies cum had turned him on, because every last inch of his dick was out and ready for action. Though not that massive for a human, the four-inch-long by two-thirds-of-an-inch-wide prick was huge for such a small.