But hell, she asked me for it not long after I bought that Rolls, and I couldn't use the its-not-a-Mercedes argument. She seemed to like it. God knows... why. It was boring as all get out. But hey, if it makes her happy- well its her fucking car.Oh, I like cars by the way. Especially older Mercedes-Benzes. Just so you know.Anyway, I got walked in, threw my coat on the back of a kitchen chair, and went up to the my bedroom so I could change and shower, and then take a long bath. A really long. But if I don't admit anything, then you don't KNOW anything." Yeah, right." She lives with me." Good. That's what I expected. I'll have her clothes and stuff here tomorrow. Oh, an' her mom's sellin' that trailer, like she can get shit for it. Well, she IS getting shit for it. I'm payin' two or three times what it's worth. Part of the deal. Her dong du jour promised her that they could find good work in Vegas." Yeah?" My knees were weak. Yesterday's faint dream was almost a reality."Donna's. I feel you beginning to swell, and burn hot against my mouth, you buck harder and I hear you gasping ‘I’m cumming’Your juices rush in to my mouth, a wonder gush of warm love, and I swallow, while pushing my tongue I to the clenched muscles of your throbbing vagina, and then running it up over the pounding orgasm of your vulva to the swelling of your clit.I keep going until your passion is spent, and then look up through the waters of the shower at your smiling beautiful face, glowing and. Before her was the blackened lamppost where the Lady Sarah had been executed.'Are you ready, Chief?' Princess Béla asked, projecting her thoughts up to the Bridge Officer of the great ship, high above.'Almost, Princess, ' the Chief replied. 'The carrier is less than ten ... what you call kilometers from your position. It carries the project you requested. You realize the carrier won't have enough power to get back... ''Park it in my back yard... ' Béla replied. 'We will be happy to care for.