I liked doing it. I always pay my debts. Always.”“Well, you sure as hell paid that one.” I laughed. “With interest! I’ll never forget this!�...� I got dressed and gathered my tools.Roach, still nude, walked me to the door. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “See you around.”Three days later, on Tuesday evening, my doorbell rang. It was Roach. She seemed nervous.“Hi. Can I come in and talk to you?”I let her in and we sat on the deck, overlooking the Atlantic.“Damn! That is some view!”“Yeah, my. He grabs the phone and answers it. The voice on the other end answers with a hello, and it takes him a moment to realize it is Marian. Some years back he had given them his number in case they ever had to get a hold of him for some reason, like an emergency or to notify him of something about his house, whatever. In that time they have never called him until now. “Is something wrong?” he asks.“No,” she says. “I just couldn’t sleep and wondered if you were up.”“I am now,” Alan says, looking at. On the right side the Devastator stylized as a small silver pin. But the machine had also put a billowing black fur brimmed Nilfeheim cape on me. I still carried the .45 and attached to my belt a sword, not the rapier like blade officers were allowed to carry with their dress uniform, but a heavy Nilfeheim style broadsword.The outfit felt constricting and tight. “Centron, are you sure I am supposed to carry a broad sword and a fur cape of all things? It doesn’t seem standard issue.”“Indeed. "No. Don't speak until I speak to you, bitch. You're lucky I even let you look at me."It took only a couple minutes and he returned wearing a French maid's outfit. "Now, I want you to call Travis and tell him to come over right now but don't tell him why. When he gets here, we're going to sit at the kitchen table and you're going to beg him to fuck me in the living room," I said sliding my right hand down to my pussy and rubbing it. Smiling I taunted, "You could have had this pussy anytime you.