The last touch was for my husband to slip my high heels on to my nylon covered feet. We only had a few minutes before my lover would arrive. I had som... last minute instructions for my husband. Holding his cock through his pants, I told him he could stroke himself but he couldn't cum. I wanted that load for myself!He positioned himself in the closet with the door slightly open and a good view of the bed.When Keith arrived, I met him at the front door and gave him a warm passionate kiss. I was. "This tape is being recorded to show the judge andthose who might follow why this poor young woman *must* becommitted to a hospital for the Criminally Insane, and neverEVER be released. After you hear it, you too willunderstand the danger. Even at only eleven years old, thegirl is far too convincing to be allowed out in the GeneralPublic." For a second, the curator's anger flares. She *knew*this was a political case! This will make her career forcertain. That Poor Woman! "The. Where the Garanellian captain was bronzed with golden hair and clean chiselled features, the northern barbarian chieftain was snow pale, with a smooth bald head and a bushy beard speckled brown, red and a dusting of blond around the upper lip. His bared chest was similarly covered in hair, and his powerful arms were bound before him. He tested the metal shackles around his wrists. They were solidly built, but there was a little give in the chain links. He thought he could probably pull them. Thirdly ... well, Kelly was a young woman and, scar or no scar, she was attractive to me.We sat in silence for some time; Kelly's eyes had dropped from mine and she was staring at the table top. I stopped caressing her cheek to run my fingers through her soft hair before dropping my hand to the table. She took it on both hers before she began to talk. I didn't know whether to weep for her, or rush out and start killing people, so I did neither. Her father died – was killed – when she was barely.