He had the same body and manner; thesame job; the same lack of education and intellect. And now he was actingobsequious and servile in front of his be...ters, just as the original Burtwould have.It made him feel panicked and trapped, but there was nowhere to run toget away from it; no way to escape. This was his life: the pathetic lifeof a commoner. A man. A servant. This was who he was.And it felt like this was who he always would be.The distance between this and his old life was just too great. "Your husband is resting from his trip back to the Palace. You are sentenced to death!" I want to hear that from my husband himself," she argued."He signed the warrant for your death. And he isn't your husband. You had a writ made out to divorce him." I've changed my mind." Sorry, you divorced him and I have it in the public record already. You aren't the Empress any longer, you are now a common gutter slut who has shamed your position of power and now that you have played, you must pay." I'll. Ten 12 hour days in a row, to find that one of the guys who worked in the warehouse was smuggling them out in his SUV. Nothing exciting in that at all. He rolled right over, once he knew that he had been caught. Totally boring, so I put that idea on the far back burner.It took two days for the expert to determine the value of 'At Your Service'. While he did his thing, I kept looking for ideas but nothing happened. The most exciting thing was his report. Since the armory was mine and mine alone,. She slipped them all on and stood to admire the look in the mirror. She pulled her hair down from the bun and allowed the chestnut brown locks to fall down over her shoulders and down her back. She ran her fingers quickly through it and let it lay where it fell. She felt sexy, sexier than she’d ever felt standing in her office and she ran her fingers across her pussy to confirm it. She sat back down and started rubbing her fingers over her clit in fast circles. She struggled to keep her moans.