No, I must have been nine...I saw my sister whenshe was wearing only a bra and panties. And...well, I had never seenher naked--well, nearly naked--be...ore...but mostly what I noticed waswhat she was wearing. I mean...it wasn't so much how little she waswearing, it was how nice her underwear looked. So different from myown. And so much prettier. And the next day, when she was out, Isnuck into her room and put them on. You wouldn't believe how goodthey felt. So then I tried one of her. The Voice asked me questions about myself, my life, my family. Four times we'd gone thru the same routine and every single time I'd responded in pretty much the same way, by refusing. I'd have been delighted to tell the Voice to fuck off--that there was no way I was ever going to answer its questions. If only I had some kind of idea which answers I needed to protect.I had nothing. Not a hint, not a clue. Apart from being called Doctor and having long hair, I didn't know a damn thing about. And then Don simply rolled them over and around so he was on top and Lacey was literally pinned underneath his muscled body. He pulled up on his knees, taking first one of Lacey's legs and then the other and pulling her legs open, his hands holding on to her boots. The entire time he maneuvered them into this position his cock didn't leave her pussy. Lacey reached her arms back behind her and pushed against the head board as best she could as Don began to slowly slide his cock in and out of her. "And should he kill Cymra, you know the penalties for such." The Empress said."I do." If, and I say IF, the deed is done in darkness in the Castile, perhaps some leniency could be taken into consideration. But an open murder will not. Despite her current affiliations, she is still of the Royal House." If I may be so bold, perhaps a ritual reaving of the blood line should be performed on such outcasts. It would alleviate many problems that we currently face." I will take such into.