"They don't understand my language, they are useless. I translated the warning deep within their souls, giving them the full warning of entering my te...mple."Do you see this one? 'To see the one you must bring a sacrifice. Blood will satisfy the sleeping.' Did any of you bring the daughter of a pharaoh?" AHAHHAHAA... don't take these warnings too seriously. They were designed to scare off grave robbers. As terrifying as this guy once might have been, he is long dead now."They started down the. Her father was like most of the people who lived in the village and nearby. They were born here, lived here and then died here. She dismissed that possibility shortly after considering. No, her parents were going to be there, dead or alive, but they'd be there. She knew it.She decided to not dwell on the possibility of either or both of them being dead. It wasn't something she fancied and she'd deal with it when she got there should that be the case.When she was about twenty miles from the. And even then.The coffee shop had its shutters closed, but after knocking on them I only had to wait for a minute or so before I heard someone on the inside walk up to them and turn the key. They rose slowly, with an electric hum.“Oh, hello?” said a rather rotund man wearing an apron, as he saw my shoes, legs and then the rest of me. “Come in! You’re new here, aren’t you?”“No, I’ve been here once before. And I liked the coffee.”The guy was a Westerner and my guess he was the Belgian owner of. My beatings were mild which made me very happy and actually even enjoy it a bit for the first time. I’ve never been about pain in any way really but I did get turned on during some of my sessions with the lighter stuff. I got to suck a LOT of dick, fluffing the boys for the hotter girls. I ate more loads out of more assholes, pussies and mouths than I can even count, not to mention other places. I can’t tell you how many times I’d be sleeping and out of nowhere I’d be woke by the shaking of.