Mom told me later her nickname in high school was "the head cheerleader". I now know why. It wasnt long, before I had to cum. I think mom sensed it, b...cause right before I came, she slid a finger up my ass. God, I didnt think I could cum that much! Mom loved every drop. She wasnt like the local college girls, who pulled away so they wouldnt have to swallow. Drained of my cum, I figured I would go soft. Mom was not gonna let that happen. Standing, she slowly removed. The Speaker's eyes gloated in victory.I spun, and dropped, trying to move out of the line of fire. Even as I dropped I flinched, awaiting the impact of the bullet surely headed my way.Time stopped at that point.For a momentary all eternity existed in an instant. We were all frozen in a perplexing tableau. The Speaker held in the arms of my protectors, me falling away, attempting to drop clear of the bullet. The surrounding eyewitnesses each reacted to the obscene scene, as the most powerful. My hold over her was somewhat tenuous at best but I had plans to strengthen it on her first visit to my flat. I had lusted after her from the first time Toby had introduced me to her. Her slim, but curvy figure, her pretty innocent looking face. I decided right then that someday I would fuck and control her.I set the video camera to point at the sofa, put in a brand new tape and waited for her to arrive. She had called earlier and I told her to get over asap. All was ready, when the doorbell. Shanna took a deep breath. She smiled, a smile friends and foes had learned to fear over the years. Her voice was calm, friendly as she spoke."Oh, I'm a fucking Polock. Who the hell are you?"The Elf blinked, straightened. Uncertainty flowed over her young face. Royalty, Shanna thought. This one is Royalty. Or at least a noble. The same vibe she had gotten from the better class of Pole flowed from her. Not the Queen, no. Probably not. A Princess, then. Maybe the one mentioned in the diary. She.