I explained that she worked at my company and that she was a really neat person who made the whole place runs smoothly. “She’s told me about yo...u.” you said. “She said you’re a nice guy and she really loves her job.” “Welll we love her down there.” I replied. I couldn’t help but notice your neck. It was all I could do to not stare at you. “You look absolutely stunning today. If you don’t mind me saying so” Your smile told me you didn’t mind it. “Thanks” you answered. We. ”“Oh, my God—you’re…”“Yes?”“Don’t you rob the rich and give to the poor?”Robin was startled.“Certainly not! Why on earth would I do that?”He looked affronted. Then his expression morphed into one of thoughtfulness.“Though, now that you mention it, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”“Really?”“Well, the poor do get it a bit rough—and the local sheriff really is a tyrant.”He gave us a querying look.“And what are your names?”“Oh—I’m Gina.”“Emmett.”“Juliette—but call me Jules—everybody. Noor stared at the chocolate cake. It looked delicious but she still asked herself whether she was dreaming or perhaps Robin Goodfellow was some kind of djinn, Islam's equivalent of fairies and other magical beings. Anyhow he was being extremely friendly with her, at a time when most people in town didn't like her."Take it Noor. I am offering it to you!!! You know you want it!!!" Robin Goodfellow was being pushy in his Joker-from-Batman-cartoon like tone.The cake did look delicious. Noor took. Her body hairless and smooth and tight. He looked down and saw the well trimmed square of hair that adorned her pussy.“And I do mean little” she giggled, flicking his hardening penis. He was only 4 inches when hard, and he was definitely hard now. Such a rare beauty naked before him, he couldn’t help but let his little man stand up for her.“I bet you’re wondering what you are doing here,” she chuckled, “Suffice to say, I believe in order in the world. I believe in justice, and I believe.