“Yes, I’d pay the rent and you’d be the boss,” I said, joking.“Hmm, David, I don’t—oh what the hell, yes,” she said. My smile was a mi...e wide I was sure.“Wonderful,” I said.“Bear in mind, David, that I am looking for something permanent, as I indicated before. So...” she started.“I get that, and we’ll be exploring that possibility in the living together,” I said. “I need something permanent too. Are you the one? Are we compatible, made for each other? I’m, well, I’m just not sure, Madeleine.. "And you have to let me go soon because you've already done enough by kidnapping me, unless you plan to take me on a tour of the inside of a bedroom somewhere around here while I'm visiting Sir Dusty," said the Queen as she watched Dusty with small smile.But as she did she failed to notice that Daniel was looking at her strangely. He slowly realized that she was still planning to invade this land no matter what the outcome of this meeting was. He realized why Rachel wanted him here with her to. In the end I decided to put them back where she had left them and hope she didn't' notice the cum splattered on both pantyhose and her panties. I hoped they would dry by the time she picked them up.I was very worried as I crawled into my own bed. But I was so relaxed by this time that I fell asleep. I was wakened by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I lay there quite awhile, but she didn't come in, and so I got up and went to the window. The night was brightly lighted by a full moon. Or a bunch of truckers. As Fiona, would I be cheating? Or would I just be “true” to another being within my psyche? This is the big question that keeps me locked in the closet. My wantonness wants to have a nice, thick throbbing pike of manhood in my pussy, to feel it pound me until I cum (hands free if possible) and feel him shoot his seed deep into me, and then have me suck it dry. Or make it hard again for another round. I would love to experience being fucked like a gurl, just.