Upon arrival, he parked the car and opened the trunk. Dragging the bitch by the forearm, he pulled her through the front door and into the basement, w...ere he was capable of chaining her wrists to the wall above her head. He was feeling really grateful now that he had turned his basement into a dungeon. Going to the opposite wall, he looked over his assortment of tools. Setting on a pair of lovely, silver clamps, he returned to the bitch, placing each one slowly over one of her budding. " Then what are you proposing?" Ponkert urged him to proceed.Rololf's dark eyes peered into his; there was a sad determination about them. "There are two courses to take. First, you, like my queen, are not of our world, as hard as that is to believe. I know it to be true. Since that is the situation you should leave Lindakar and Kellerian problems to the men of Keller." Ponkert suppressed the urge to plant his fist in the middle of Rololf's face. He didn't like the idea of being told to leave. . Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan:. I felt that telltale tingle between my legs, shit I was getting turned on. Kate was intently watching now. Mike's hands were all over his friends body as they kissed deeply, then his hand slipped into the guys shorts stroking him slowly then hooking it out and gently releasing it from the restraining shorts. The guy was well hung and hard as a rock, eight inches of beautifully tanned meat. Mike pushed the shorts down which the guy stepped out of then carefully took the head of the cock in.