“I haven’t even heard of half of these.” I mumbled to perky myself. Nicole followed suit, taking out a copy of Bleak House . “You should read them, they’re pretty cool.” she remarked. “I mean, they’re kind of boring if you compare them to today’s books, Brunette but if you take them in the context of their time period, they’re actually quite interesting.” I moved to put the book back homemade when something caught my eye. In the space between books was something shiny, sitting on the further-back part of the shelf. “What’s that?” I asked Nicole, nudging her. She looked at the shelf, and I pointed out the shiny metal thing. “I… don’t amateur know.” replied Nicole, surprisingly dumbfounded. “Hold this.” She immediately dumped her book on me, which I barely caught in time. She started taking books off of erotic the shelf, slowly revealing a locked box. “Holy shit, a treasure chest!” I exclaimed excitedly. I dumped the books to the floor as Nicole carried it carefully to the bed. It appeared to be some kind of huge cylinder with seven tumblers, all letters. It looked fancy, some kind of imitation gold with black letters on white tile circling the cylinder. Both asian ends had some kind of brass plating on them. “What’s this?” I asked. “Cryptex.” she answered, studying it. “Bless you.” I joked. “A cryptex is like a portable vault. Dan Brown coined the term in 2003. It’s a lockbox that only opens if you spell the secret word. See these sevens letter tumblers? If I can spell the correct word, it opens.” “Couldn’t you just force it open?” I asked her. “Too easy.” She winked. “If you try to force it open, it breaks a vial of vinegar and it dissolves the parchment inside the cryptex.” “Parchment?”” I asked, my tone reflecting how stupid that sounded. “Or whatever is inside. Basically a cryptex is designed so that the only way to safely find out what’s inside is to guess the word on the lock. Try to force it open and whatever’s inside is lost.” “Is this one of those things? Like, is there actually vinegar in there?” I asked. “Not a clue.” she answered honestly. “But I sure as hell don’t want to risk it.” “So then what’s the word?” I asked her eagerly. She shrugged. “Not a damn clue.” she reported sourly. “Well, you’re smart, you could figure it out, right? And here I have my own little daughter I can control and homemade dominante and probably do whatever I want with....and she's here in my lap asking about my cock.... She scooted around so she could straddle his face and lowered her cum filled pussy onto his mouth. "The only Carmen here is the wife of my nephew Carmen Emer." I batted it over and over, striking her little nub as I plundered velvety asshole. Bloody hell. “We have a fun little surprise for you two,” Laura said. They came up craps, and she looked apologetically at the man beside her. She said “let's go home, we can discuss the details later”. Yes, you can bind my hands and feet together; I want you to. “I’m not crippled, you know.” She was holding it at 90 degrees to my body causing it to stiffen even more and some precum to form at the end. "Deeper," she continued to beg him. Use me like the slut I am. I asian mean, I didn’t mean to catch her dressing. I finally decided to respond to the ad: "I can certaily come check that garbage disposal out and possibly help with other things as well" and continued with a little more about myself. “Don’t be! You want my blood? “Switch on your right.” I told her. Big, big slut. Vicky had had a head start and came first. She stood up like she was going to say something but she hadn’t found the words yet. Even if we have sex more than once he cannot last. She is listed amateur as missing, but never declared dead.” Crisp grass collapsed beneath a pair Brunette of heavy plated feet as they made their way perky towards the two lovers, his presence masked purely by the passion they shared. erotic