Lisa was soon seated in a room where three men were assembling what Lisa assumed was some sort of exercise machine, but nothing like she had ever seen... In the next room, she could hear men laughing and from the smell, smoking cigars.Lisa still hadn’t quite made out what the equipment was when it was carried into the next room, leaving Lisa alone, but not for long.Two women who were obvious twins came in, both dressed in bikinis. Lisa could have been a mannequin in a department store to these. .." Mrs. Scott? Emily's told me all about you!" Alexandra, the dearest daughter I never knew- or gave birth to! Youhave made quite the stir in the afterlife, Empress. Word has it thatyou've even resurrected one of us!" That was Alex Reilly, ma'am, but yes, the story is true. WilliamSangiere is indeed among the living again- more or less." Yes, I saw the outcome and thought it poetic...and quite necessary, dear.How can I assist the Empress, her daughter, uncle, and friends, honey?Oh, and 'mom'. We get on and head up, and up…I look at her, “What did you do get the presidential suite or something?” She smiles at me. We get off on the top floor, and we are halfway down the hall, that has no other doors that I have seen yet…The bellman is standing there at the door with the cart already in the room and says, “Welcome Colonel, Is there anything I can get you right now?” Becky says, “no thank you.” And hands him a $20 bill and he closes the door and puts the do not disturb sign on it as he. I stayed there in position as long as I could before tapping His leg, my signal that I needed air. He held me in place for a half-second longer before He, thankfully, pulled out of my throat and began to thrust in and out with shallow strokes. It was still big enough that it banged against the back of my throat, but at least I could breathe. He tilted my chin up so that I was forced to meet His eyes. Like a dog trainer breaking in a new pup, he smiled as I glanced back down docilely, my hateful.