The rooms were used as large prison cells for the prostitutes and the pimps.The sub was headed now for another part of the world. It was headed to Afr...ica. It was headed to Nigeria. Once in Nigeria Elaine met up with an army general. She wanted to make him an offer. She would supply his army with prostitutes (mostly white Eastern European ones with small tight pussies who screamed a lot) that they can use as their "comfort women" but in return she wanted "sperm donation" from his soldiers.When. The last light of dusk was fading, so the shadowy interior of the tent was difficult to see. She sighed; she’d have preferred to have more light, not only to allow her to admire his lean, archer’s body, but also to be able to watch his face for reactions – to her, to what they were doing – and any indication how he was feeling about it. But despite having access to one of the miraculous little arcane lamps from Soldier’s Peak, she wouldn’t use it. Neither of them wanted to advertise what was. None at all. Sorry. Genre: Old Fashioned Fairy Tale Codes: Humor, Romance Originally Posted at SOL: 2007-05-22 ************** Thanks to Dragonsweb for the cleanup help with this old revised story! ************** The old storyteller rested his eyes for a moment and took a deep pull from the blackjack of ale that the young cobbler had brought him. Outside the wintry storm still raged, but for the moment he was warmed inside and out and he relaxed for another moment and enjoyed the roaring fire of. She had to be in charge of a situation, no matter what. Everything had to fit how she wanted it - anyone or anything else was simply irrelevant.Getting to her dream job had not been easy - even for Jessica. She'd had to eliminate some competition through means both fair and foul... but mostly foul. That said Jessica was by no means an entirely bad person. For all her questionable actions in getting to where she wanted to be, Jessica had done some good things in her life. As well as being very.