Everyone started frantically taking snapshots and I knew that this was something that simply could not go well. I quickly grabbed my goddess back to o...r room sans baby. Even so I was in a cold sweat over what might have happened if my attention had been wandering for even a moment and this had gotten any further along. Hera offered no explanation afterwards, just looking at me sadly, while I looked back at her with frustration.Fifty-seven down—forty-three to go.Everyone always puts on his or. . and his master would have the truth. For all he knew, she was scrying on him even now.“Qualan,” he called without looking, his face slowly easing. He contented himself with the thought it would all be over soon. He’d take what he needed and perhaps spend a few hours – or a day or two – making the bastards pay. His lips twisted up into a smile at the thought.But first, he’d need to take the building. Which required some kind of shielding for the Irregulars. Shielding he still hadn’t even. The whole area was deserted. She kissed me again, her hand reaching between my legs feeling my cock through my jeans. It was getting hard and she could feel the bulge. “I will,” she said, “but you have to take your cock out for me.” I undid my belt, our eyes never leaving each other’s. I lifted off the seat and pulled my jeans down. “Take it out,” I told her. Stacy reached for the gap in the front of my boxers. My cock hardened more at the touch of her soft hand. She gently pulled, slipping. "That's enough," she warned. "Don't move another inch."Her voice was more than enough to convince my body to remain still."Good, you have a metal headboard," she mused. "Put the cuffs around the bar and lock your other wrist up."I hesitated and looked behind me. Then, back at the mysterious figure in my bedroom doorway."Can you just tell me why?" I argued, trying to sound diplomatic. "If I cuff my hands, I won't be able to defend myself. I'm not that stupid. You could just rob me or.