"What has she done?" he asks the punisher. "She was discovered pleasuring herself when she was not at her station this morning, your majesty. It is t...e third time this week." The king turned back to me with an amused smile. "I see. This calls for extensive punishment indeed. This wanton slut shall reside in my chambers until she is rehabilitated. Hand me that implement, Sir. I will complete this portion of her punishment." The punisher handed the cat to the king using both hands and bowed. So soft, so pink and with a light dusting of freckles over the top of her hips. I had to suck in my stomach to give my cock room to stretch himself. It was all I could do to resist the temptation to pull down my shorts and jack-off on the spot. But I realised that if Vanessa turned around she would see me. It was now that I noticed what Vanessa was wearing. Above she wore a pink lace-up, Victorian-style bodice. The laces were threaded but not pulled tight, something which I imagine would have. ”If ... we had problems. Emile Perkins. Sergeant Emile Perkins, one of NYC’s finest. He and Daddy had met a few times over the years. Police conferences, an FBI refresher course. Stayed in touch.I smiled up at Bear, “You ready?”“Always.”Neither of us mentioned the Massachusetts misadventure the last time Bear helped me. Got shot in the chest for his troubles.“Barry okay with this?”“Mostly.”Which meant, no. Bear loves Barry, but ... he loves me too. And lives his own life.After Jessie Sullivan. You?"Corvus made a negative gesture. Once, the Butterfly Club with its seemingly endless supply of beautiful slaves trained to be good lovers would have seemed the closest he could come to Elysium without dying, but tonight, none of the offerings he'd seen tonight seemed to address the unnamed longings he felt. "Not really. No. What would you rather be doing?"Crispa pursed her lips and looked considerate for a few seconds before she seemed to come to some decision. "I'd like to see your new.