There doesn't seem to be a goddess in residence, here." There isn't," the Mayor replied. "Our little community is too small, and most of our residents... are refugees from Earth, so they're not used to having a lady justice presiding over them. That's why I became Mayor – to hold the position of Justice here in Utopia. However, there are several temple maids at the temple who perform some of the goddess' duties." So basically you are the presiding administrator of justice," Ivory asked, "and you. You see, my concern is that the task you give me may also be impossible to complete. For example, task one may be “remain here forever,” in which case I can neither complete the task or get my question answered. Now, doing such a thing would, I believe, be in direct violation of the nature of the game, which is to permit me the opportunity to earn my freedom. In that case, however, this would not be a game at all, but a way for you to torture me for your amusement, thereby invalidating your. This began to build a new orgasm for you. I was at a feverish pace as I pounded myself against your spasming pussy. My hand continued to randomly spank your ass which caused you to yelp with pleasure and ask for more. Between slaps I would use one of my hands to massage your tight ass. A little pleasure with the pain. My other hand was holding on to your hip for dear life as I could feel the car rocking back and forth on its wheels from us screwing our horny brains out. Sliding my thumb from. For a moment I didn't know what to say, then I blurted out, "He's raping her..." and pointed at the stairs."Shit!" He grabbed the radio off his belt. "Code 5, Central Staircase, Basement," he said into it, repeating it twice. He looked at me again. "How many," he demanded. I stared at him blankly, thinking how many what? How many times? "Guys," he said. Oh, I nodded, "One."He took the stairs down at a run. A moment later I followed. What else was I gonna do, sit on the floor all afternoon?I.