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We will trade freely between each college other, and will discuss bilateral trade with the dwarves once their emissary arrives. Since Alkandra and Ardeni are so far away from Vachter Dormus, it is likely that we’ll have to build trade outposts along our southern highways. In order to fund that, we’ll have to start taxing our citizens.” “They won’t like that.” “It won’t happen immediately. We’re still using Lowland currency here, and King Dreus is more than happy to throw us some extra cash to incentivize that use. Eventually, we’ll have to cum build a treasury of our own, and a mint of our own, and that means distribution of wealth, and tax collection.” tight “And who better than you?” “Prestira Rasloraca was said to be a genius with money, but in her absence, I guess it is me who will take on that mantle, yes.” I scribbled the last few lines of the trade agreement, then added my signature. “I shaved will personally take on the role of tax collector.” “So that everyone can vent on you?” “Precisely. If they’re going to call me a filthy money-grubbing whore for taking their money, I might as well earn the title, hmm?” I reached beneath the desk, and with a grunt, riding I hoisted a massive anal cone onto the tabletop. “Now,” I said, turning to Faltia, “you are going to help me make this disappear.” She looked from me, to the cone. I dawned my masochistic persona, and wiggled excitedly in the chair with a wide smile. “Hurt me?” I giggled, “Please, Captain?” ADRIANNA Alkandra at night was something to see. He grins. Even though Amy was fairly tight, she was so wet that lubrication was zero problem. “Ah ah ahhhh ah ah gawd!” “You’re right about that. Before I charged out of the temple and ran back to Echur on foot. Hey Its Greg, are you busy?” “I’m just bored at home shaved looking for something to do tonight.” “And I hear that you are hung and thick Roger,” Simone taunts as she runs her hands cum over his naked tanned torso, then teases his nipples with her fingernails. Especially down below. He’s lying down on a doggy college bed with a harness around his slim, tan waist. I was beginning to think we would be out here by ourselves. When all the wax seemed removed from Syndee's body, Michael reached in his pocket for the knife he'd brought. “What did you riding do that for, I was only trying to get you ready so I could get the good stuff,” she managed to mumble through a few spits. I stared up at her, her breasts rising and falling, almost popping out of her corset. This had been his, which had subsequently become mine once told; I knew now why I found this familiar. It hurt tight a lot though as he tried his hardest to push through. That her mother-son sex with Craig wouldn't matter that much to Craig psychologically.