Red was the color of anger, the sound of a singer screaming into his microphone as guitars roared in the background. Yellow was the color warmth, the...sound of a summer tune. So many more sounds, so many more colors that related to one another. Early on in life, I thought that there were only a few colors, only a few sounds because I was only exposed to what was thought appropriate for me. And back then, I didn't get it, I was blind, why wouldn't I be allowed to listen to what I want to, in. And there was no way I could stop them from getting it. So I figured I'd better go along with it, to get it over with as soon as possible. The older man looked at me from toes to head."Strip for us, slut… Let's see what you got." I unclasped my jeans, pushing them down to my thighs. I felt the silky transparent material clinging to my ass cheeks. “Now get down on your knees where you belong, whore!" They both unzipped their pants and took out their hard, black dicks, waving them in front of my. " I tried to be perceived as sincere. "I am the Phoenix Clan Primarch and on my word, you have guest rights in our Hall."Alon looked at me disbelievingly."Gareth, she might be Kugnaean," he raised an eyebrow. "Is that wise?" Actually, brother," I explained, "I think she is Nagnang." You are giving Guest Rights to a Nagnang?" Alon whispered to me urgently. "Aren't we practically at war with them? She might be a spy!"My smile became a bit strained."Let her go, brother."Both Alon and I could sense. She told him her problem and asked if he wanted to earn a couple of shillings with a hoe."Sounds to me that there's, maybe this word is too strong, but I don't think so, I think there's a conspiracy, my dear. They've decided not to help you, period." All of them? Really?" I don't know, perhaps. I can't think of anything you can do about it except hire somebody from the other side of the Bay like you did before, maybe for a couple of days every month. Would that be enough?" I don't know. I've.
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