It was obvious that Bev was ok with me shagging Lynn as she reaped the benefits which was an interesting conception as I knew Bev loved my man juice a...d her fingers were getting very close to my morning wood which was barely covered by the thin sheet, “Where is Lynn?” I asked and was told she was still asleep and then her fingers slipped under the sheet and took hold of my throbbing shaft.Oh yes, her touch was soft as she slowly stroked and I laid my head back and closed my eyes soaking in the. Again a deep feeling of contentment came over me as I lay under the feet of my Mistress, the cruel heel of her boot pressing into my neck, in total submission under her will.?Slave, you deserve to hear your Mistress’ commitment and desires?:?Slave, I will be your most cruel and merciless Mistress and dominate and enslave you utterly under my will until death does us part? With this, she lifted her boot off my neck, pulled me up and as her cruel, painted face came nearer, the tip of her. She practically floated down the stairs. Her scent wafted over him; night-blooming Jasmine.All around Logan, the entire court was now moving about as well. All of them sank down to kneel or bow before her. Not a trace of ice remained. Even the chill in the air was fading.“Very good,” she purred. “Let us have a better look at you, mortal spirit.”Logan was surprised to see how tall she was. At six-foot, two inches, Logan was used to seeing the tops of people’s heads. Not so the queen. They were. Oh, yes, we did lose a few men on our raids, and it weighed heavily on all of us, but no one was yet willing to throw in the towel. The loss of a single man hurt, but our leadership in the field and our tactics were carrying the day for us every time we attacked.The Army had stopped sending drones and helicopters after us. The only time we saw them was when we attacked an instillation that had them on sight. We were just too good with our Stinger-type RPGs for the Army to waste their very.