"Mr. Fitzwater. There's a Sheila Carson here for Charlie, should I send her in?" "Carson? As in Sheila Carson of Liberty Mountain?" My boss and I exchanged puzzled glances as the intercom crackled into silence. A few moments later, we stood before the ornate oak door without a name tag. Sheila knocked twice on the entrance to the inner chambers of her departed friend. "Enter," the answering voice spoke in a deep baritone rumble. Ponderous sets of Mission Oak furniture crowded the large office. Particles of couple dust floated like fireflies in the solitary beam of sunshine streaming through the gap between the heavy burgundy velvet drapery covering the picture window. The light from the outside slashed across the expansive surface of Mr. Fitzwater's empty desk. With the exception of a pair of gleaming eyes peering at us from the shaded recess behind the desk, the assessor himself was as invisible as the lurking trolls who live under the bridges in fairy tales. For several seconds, Sheila and the assessor exchanged glances without speaking. Finally, the colony's director stepped forward and extended her hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Fitzwater." "I don't shake hands with queers," the owner of the unblinking eyes said. "Excuse me?" Sheila's body tensed, fuck and her eyes blinked and narrowed as she took a step backward. "You heard me, Ms. Carson. I will not shake your hand. You and your kind are an old affront to God. I am a general in the righteous army of the Lord." Fitzwater's eyes flashed with fury as he rose from his chair and took a step forward. The man emerging from the shadows looked to be in his mid-forties and stood about five feet, five inches tall. His cloud of unruly white hair glowed like fire when he entered the light. His hands knotted and gnarled with the effects of late-stage Rheumatoid Arthritis held a manila file sex folder marked with the handwritten inscription, "Confidential: Sheila Carson." "I knew your father, and I remember his excitement when he found that shit-hole of an abandoned shack out in the mountains. I often watched you take female lovers out to that sinful place," he said as he emphasized the last word and opened the folder to scan the papers within the packet of documents. "You are not rendering unto Caesar that which is Caesar's. Your taxes have not been paid, and the property has not been properly appraised. Although you neglected to secure a building permit, I'm sure you've made unlawful improvements since you acquired the land," the little general said with an almost gleeful snicker. "Since you're here, let's schedule a time for me to inspect the property. Is next Tuesday convenient?" The assessor asked as he reached for the calendar and held his pen at the ready, prepared to write. The CEO of the Society of Sisters blanched at the suggestion of a visit and inspection. Sheila looked like a goldfish gasping for breath as she opened her mouth to speak, closed it, boyfriend and opened it again. No words came out. "Next Tuesday?" he repeated. "I'm sorry sir, but our holy place is forbidden to you," I said as I set the case of spirits on the floor and stepped forward. "Forbidden?" he snarled as rage twisted his face. "Yes, sir. You are prohibited from trodding upon the goddess's sacred soil. “It's the same thing,” I told her, parting her legs and shuddering at the sight of the cum smeared over her blonde bush. We returned to our booth and the white woman said, “I suppose he showed you his cock. "Oh, no!" yelped the brunette, looking spooked. He did his best not to be obvious and hoped she didn’t notice. She started to discover how much she enjoyed being dominated. She’s not. Her old pussy, the deep cave that an ambitious subterranean civilization filled, and fucked, and prospered in. She was an undulating universe. When she returned she took out another beer and sat down. The magical moment was ruined by the black native moving into her line of sight. My orgasm approached, telling her, and I was prepared to pull out. And he was into that degrading fetish shit. The young man hurried sex off and returned shortly with an arm full on boxes. I shrugged. Julie sensed John move around behind her and then felt his cock nudging at her swollen pussy lips. Ashley stopped her pleasuring and stared at the door. I thought with a bitter laugh. And one of you has something...” Those are not mirror shots.” You aren’t alone. Without moving my body, I looked at the door as it opened. And they’d fuck and suck as many different ways as they could until around ten boyfriend o’clock. So I asked if I should call my friend and have him come in, I told them he was waiting right outside. “Adam.” she called out. You naughty boy!! Why am I saying this to my own daughter? Mom continued to hold her legs behind her knees wide and high, she looked so hot and sexy. Tina loves the quickness and tight handling features. Yes, Ma’am. I groaned and pulled on the negligee. Making my way farther and farther away from the basket. By this time they were holding hands. She heard herself scream at the dog. Harder. She smiled a little then said, "You give her a big hug." “You must tell me what I have to do” he said. I couldn’t resist I had to show her and see her reaction, as she sorted the breakfast onto the table I slowly climbed out of bed and then stood next to it as she turned to walk back out of the room. She tells me that we do have files on many of them, but not all. But then he took two glasses from the cupboard and poured us each a Scotch on the rocks. The building cleaners had been in since fuck the couple last time it was used, so it was a lot cleaner than my office, though maybe a bit dusty.