Who has not heard the tales that are whispered about the messengers of the Queen? That their powers far exceed those of mere mortals? That a messenger...can walk through closed doors, or even through solid walls? That she can make herself invisible? That she can pass thorough a crowd, through a phalanx of enemies, without being noticed? That she cannot be held, and cannot be bound? That she never tires, that she does not need light, nor water, nor food? That she can kill with a flick of her. ..slipped them in my bag....slipped on my 501s over my super hard, super smooth cock along with a white tommy Bahamas t shirt and off I went..blue vans topped it off...I arrived at the condo at 4ish...let myself in with a added “hello!” My agent was engaged with another couple-seems they were wrapping things up. He told me to look Around and he would be with me shortly.I checked the usual places, all very nice and headed to the master bedroom...I immediately looked at the master. On the other hand, when Bobby and Ron were abandoned, and left alone, things went much better. The first thing Bobby did was get into his knapsack, which Amanda hadn’t even noticed that he brought, and pull out two beanbags that he had asked his mother to make. One was green, and the other red. He held them up in front of Ron.“Hi,” he said, smiling. “I’m Bobby. Can you point to the beanbag I’m holding that is green?”Ron’s spastic arm waved, going towards Bobby’s right side, in which hand he was. I was feeling good, I was warm and fuzzy in my comfy t-shirt and my poufy down comforter, and I was ready for my sob fest. After the first movie was done I was laying in bed and feeling emotionally drained. I looked in the mirror and had to laugh, my eyes were red and puffy, I had streaks on my cheeks from the crying. In short I looked horrible. As I started the second movie there was a knock on the door. Since I was not dressed and my bedroom window is right over the front door I peeked.