You look into the shops as you pass, looking for clothing that you might find appealing, or some implement of pleasure or pain hiding in plain sight. ...Every time your breath starts to accelerate you fear you might come and remember the consequences. Blushing lipstick red from your memories with me you proceed onward.At last, long last, you get to your gate. Just in time, too - my plane has just taxied up to the gate. It won’t be long until the passengers start to unload. Your cell phone beeps.. It was an Empire that was left with countless empty houses and temples and rotting bodies dumped in neat piles for the beasts of the jungle to devour.At first, I merely spanked the clever but devious maid’s spectacularly lean and muscular bottom with my heavy hand, yet she persisted in her tales of untold wealth and fortune and I sensed that whilst the story might still be only a figment of her vivid imagination, there was no doubt that Mistress Annette believed it with every pore of her proud. He was a nudist, at least at home. The thrill of being naked so casually thrilled me. And as I realized so did knowing someone was looking at me. My comfort level grew to where I would with no shame watch porn in the same room with him, feeling comfortable to stroke my stiff prick. One afternoon I remember vividly. I was on the couch, naked with a porn in. He brought me a can of beer and sat in his chair. As I was sipping the beer and stroking my cock, I realized that I had stopped. It's not completely gone, but it's better. Not a lot, but it's better." That's all we ask," Simon assured him. "I'm just looking to improve their current conditions, and slowing the growth of their tumors is even better." However his words didn't make Alex feel much better at being unable to help them more."Thank you, Ada," the man said, bowing slightly.Alex was surprised, but merely nodded in response, after which Al turned and left the room. As he did, Alex noticed another woman standing.