She panted, weeping softly. Her dress was torn, and he grabbed the blanket off the bed on the way over to her. She flinched away from him at first, bu... then recognition dawned. ‘Julian?’ Her lip was puffy, too. They must have hit her. He gently wrapped the blanket around her, covering her. ‘It’s all right, now, Alania. I’m sorry I took so long.’ She opened her mouth to say something, when the inn guards thundered into the room. They raised crossbows, shouting, ‘Get down! All of you!’ One waved. Why else would she be seeking to shield her breasts and groin from his view now when she displayed it without shame or modesty moments before? Here I am persecuted for the procedure employed during my consultation. This deviant is permitted continued, unsupervised access to continue his predatory sexual assault against this child."I say again, what the hell is this asshole spouting off about?He had pulled out a tablet and started to play a video that he showed to the assembled crowd. I could. On the f******nth floor of her office building in the heart of the city, Dr Sarah Jenkins was slowly sipping on her hot coffee while admiring the view of a beautiful bright morning casting shadows over the people below. She had checked her schedule for the day and was pleased to see her last appointment was at 2.30pm. As she watched the world below go by, she was planning on what to do with the rest of her day when she left early. She was her own boss and she knew her staff would take care of. What was a girl to do? Obviously I agreed.I told my watchers on cam of the recent turn of events. Went to the bathroom to fix my makeup and wig and settled down to wait. Bang on time a knock came at the door. I sashayed to the door checked through the spy hole and saw him. I opened the door and beckoned him in.He was wearing work clothes - jeans, polo shirt and tatty trainers dressed for a hard days graft. I was still in my slutty outfit from the night before still half cut. What a pair we.