“The drums and incense are from a Kush religious ritual practice by a small tribe very far up the Nile. The particular rhythm of the drums lulls you...r senses. The smell is from the bloom of a rare orchid. According to their Shamen the flower’s odor allows you to see visions. Clearly Inumut is using the ritual to cloud people’s judgement.”Li Na nodded, that confirmed what she saw, and that reminded her of something she forgot to mention.“I also noticed that the Hêtshepsu and his wife were wearing. Between bites of sandwiches and sips of diet soda, they talked about how their classes that day were boring and stupid, how their teachers were boring and stupid, except for Mrs. Winter, who had started wearing more and more revealing outfits every day, which was kind of hot, and voluptuous Mrs. Jennings, the music teacher, who had taken lately to either letting her classes simply draw pornographic pictures in class, or personally posing naked for the class, usually in delightfully lewd and. .. just consider the possibility that she's being a typical teenage daughter. Didn't you tell me she lost her boyfriend or something?" Well ... that's what the last reading told me..." Debby said sheepishly, averting her eyes.Bill simply nodded, deciding not to call her to task for trying to read too much out of a Tarot deck.She looked at him again with pleading eyes. "Bill, she'll barely talk to me anymore, even when I try to ask her questions." Look, love, what good will me being home today. “MMMmmm...yess!”“And since you like it so much, you are getting my cock too! Ain't you, bitch?”He pulled out his fingers and I felt him trying to get in - but his cock was too thick. I heard him spit a lot on it, and felt it in my hole too. All wet from his spit, he tried again. It was a painful experience - but he forced his way in me - and in it went. He let out a big grunt. Oh, his cock felt so good inside of me, I almost came.“Are you ready to be fucked in your tiny tiny sissy hole?”“MMmm!.