He held my legs by my ankles. Pulling them up he spread my legs wider and set my heals on the back of the couch. Fully exposed Mr Smith ran the back o... his hand under my balls. As he moved his hand up and down, he rubbed a finger on my butt crack. My heart beat faster thinking about what he might do to me. I happened to glans at the clock. I said, I really want to stay but I have to go now. Pulling me up, Mr Smith put my hands around his neck. He squeezed my butt cheeks and spread them. Kissing. Thinking of her waiting for me at the hotel, I am hopeful that she will enjoy the evening I have planned for the two of us. It has been so exciting these past few weeks since I first met her and I really want tonight to be something special. I pray that all of my preparation and planning will make the impression on her that I desire. As I slow the car to turn into the hotel parking lot, I am almost tempted to turn around as my anxiety grows suddenly at the unwanted thought that she might not. He had just come back from his latest beating from the guards. Hewas worried about what the Queen was going to do to him. His clotheswere in tatters on his sore and battered body. He had no regrets forwhat he had done because Dawn was lovely. His only regret was that hehad been caught. Still he was wondering when the Queen was going toderive her punishment.Queen Elizabeth was discussing this very same thing with Dawn. Dawnwanted him to be recognized as a man in a dress. At first QueenElizabeth. If it was a break-in, why had it happened after the attack on the lab had finished? More worryingly, noises from the roof just before I flew away might give them time to get vision gear pointed up toward the noise, catching me in flight.I preferred to leave the bastards with mysteries, because then they would chase around after all sorts of theories, wasting their time, resources and patience, and hopefully get nowhere. Leaving them specific details of my escape to think about, such as break-in.