..it fucking worked...the scent...the manager got the police...by this time..he was balls deep...fucking and sucking tits..l quickly left ..and got to...my car...leaving the tramp...the cops came...a man and women officer...they went in...the lady cop..went over to were the three of them were fucking...could,nt hear what was said...but saw....the police woman...as she got closer to the fucking...started to sniff..and then...she pulled her uniform off...top first...trousers...next...tits. There's something ... final ... about beheading, isn't there? Of course, if I ever escape, Sire, or if my husband frees me, he will turn you over to his torturers. You will die the slowest and most painful death they can devise in retaliation for debasing me." Then she looked up at him and asked, "What do you want me to do, Sire? Will you free my hands so I may massage your sac?" No, Slave! You will use only your mouth!" Then he ordered Cathy to open his pants so his new slave could have access. Looking at it, however, the champagne was forgotten as the two relived the passion and the pain of Doc’s last adventure. He had retired at once when they had returned last fall.“Tell us about it, won’t you, William?” asked Doc. His steward friend took a deep breath before he began.“If Wesley were here, he would play and there would be nothing more to be said,” he began. “The City, as you described it, is far more than I could hope to capture on one simple panel. Yet the pillars themselves form. It’ll make you feel better to get it off your chest,” Amber persisted soothingly, encouraging me with another kiss and a squeeze.“Fine,” I agreed reluctantly, giving another heavy sigh.I spent the next few minutes detailing my dream for Amber as she listened both attentively and sympathetically. She was correct; it felt better getting it off my chest. I realized that it wasn’t the dream that was bothering me the most, but the almost crippling anxiety that I felt over what had almost happened.