Freya actually did imagine herself as royalty of a sort. Perhaps that is the direction she would take the Overlords when she had gained the influence ...hat she so craved. Why not? The Noble Lords were sure to be weakened when the war was over. And thanks to her, the Overlords would have other markets to explore. They would no longer be so dependent on the Oceanus Nobility.Pleasure rose inside the Overlord beyond that provided by her slave's tongue.The Healer stood, his face a carefully crafted. ” Her expression now was a mixture of defiance and concern. “But no plans? Nothing said? What did he say to you?” “Actually, he didn’t say a word. When the elevator reached our floor I got off and the door closed behind me.” “I’m surprised that you didn’t go to his room with him – I thought you might have.” “Oh I thought about it!” Cheryl chuckled awkwardly. “I thought about it but then I thought about you. I couldn’t do that without talking to you about it.” “Oh really? You need my permission. He always made a point of aiming at a specific individual, just as he had admonished Maria to do; therefore, many of his bullets hit where they would do some good. Between Maria's and Billy's shots, only four of the bushwhackers were unwounded, and all of the moderately wounded were likely to die from gangrene if arms or legs were not taken off within a day or so.The last of the bushwhackers still on horseback took off for the woods as soon as they could with Billy chasing them. They were. " and a whip came down across my tits leaving red marks. "Oh, damn, that hurt" I yelled. "Gag the slave Michael." He did and tied it good so I could not really yell. Then the whip came down again and hit my nipples drawing blood this time. She moved around my body even aiming between my legs while one of her sons held my pussy lips apart and hit the clit several times making me jump and at the same time arousing me again. She stopped and said, "Okay, now fuck her for a couple hours, make sure.