Looking down across the coastal plain the royals were far enough from the Macedonian gun lines to be safe.Amelia arrived with a horse drawn carriage (...Corinth had by my estimate no more than three steam taxi-cabs) at the hotel ready to accompany me to the palace for my first meeting with Helena. The road to the palace was steep and stony and it took us a good hour and a half to reach the top.To one side of the building, shielded behind newly planted trees, a swimming pool sat glistening in the. . hard ... stiff ... thick ... demon cock!”“You like that dick, too, don’t you, my little Arab Goth princess!” I teased Tala by sliding into other girls’ pussies for a few strokes before slipping back into hers.“Yes ... and it’s ... so ... good straight from another girl’s twat! Wow ... just wow!” Tala began screaming in her own dialect of Arabic, strong hints of profanity in her tone.“You’re not gonna be a good little Muslim girl anymore, are you?” I taunted Tala as I drove balls deep into her. She'd call hermother outside of the compound and go there first Susan decided, as sheagain said, "OK, close your eyes and I'll do those first."Susan was an artist first and foremost having painted since she was fiveand doll faces since she could remember. Mark's transformation, toSusan, was hurried and just OK. A stranger unaware of Susan's standardswould have been mesmerized watching her work and seeing Mark'stransformation evolve. It was just short of miraculous when she sat the last of her. Was it relief? It would be an odd response, but it did look like that. He opened a cabinet and took a wooden box off the top shelf. He brought it to the table."The Text," he said.I came over. He opened the box and took out a book. I pulled a chair out and sat down in front of it.The paper was yellowed and fragile. I carefully opened up the cover. The first page said, "The Log of Alexander Thurman". It was dated just over 200 years ago."Thank you!" I said enthusiastically. Here would be the.