He had little choice as to the speed of his gait, however, as he was being hurried along by armed guards.Any other Overlord would have taken great off...nse at such treatment, as it was an affront to Narlassi protocol. A sovereign either allowed unencumbered access to his person from a visiting dignitary, or he simply refused the audience. Anything in between -- such as this -- was considered a grave insult.But Gronnus also knew that he had no clout with the Emperor. Even less so with his fellow. “Good morning Mister Bradshaw,” she said.“And good morning to you, Missus Bradshaw. No big hurry, but we’re going out to breakfast,” I said.“Sounds good,” she said. “Denny’s?”“I’m good with that. So yes, Denny’s it is.”The ride to the diner was quiet—at first. Then it was pregnant with meaning.“We’re about to have a serious conversation. That about right,” said Rina.“Yes,” I said, “very serious.”“Boy oh boy, she really stung you didn’t she,” said Rina, it was not a question.“Not so much her as. I thought he was probably already two-thirds of the way there. Jibran was the only other councilman not invited to the party at Az Zarqa, even though he had been wearing a gold pentagon this morning. I guessed it was Abdul Muhsi's way of showing his displeasure that Jibran had not secured my vote. I shook my head slightly in disgust.I stared out the terminal windows to the west, away from the tarmac and the planes. The scenery was quite beautiful, gentle rolling river valleys running east-west,. She was laying on her back, with her legs bent and wide. Most of the time, she had something in her mouth. Be it a cock, balls or a dildo or a gag. They liked also to spit in her mouth, saying it's for re-hydration. Despite the stinging pain of the tattoo needle, they tortured her tits also, placing needles in them, and slapping them around.At the end they allowed her to rest, and admire her tattoos. They wrote "Owned by" above her "RHM" brand. Below it, above her pussy they drawn an arrow, and.