My key ring, the drive and the iPod and its microphone attachment were handed back to me on the other side without comment.Now I needed a little priva...y. As I reloaded my pockets I casually asked the guard where I might find the nearest men's room, and was pointed down a corridor. But first I had to pass through the entry rotunda, as high as the building itself—well, it was only three stories above ground level—and culminating in a paneled circular skylight. Nervous though I was, it was. When I looked this time I caught her red-handed. She was on her breast, apparently sneaking a tickle and pinch of her nipple under her white blouse and still behind the protection of her brassiere. She smiled again at me as I proceeded to slowly penetrate Taz's sphincter. But again, I didn't want to be distracted and if ever there was a time to focus on the matters at hand, where I was, and who's ass I was fucking, this was it. Taz gripped my thighs, digging her nails into me if I moved to. I'm going to do it for the rest of my life." She glared at me. "When is the last time you were fucked?" How *dare* you talk to me like that? I'm *your* Mother," I barked."I know, but I *am not* like *you*," she said. "I'm a *slut* and you *are* a *frigid bitch*. Dad told me that's why he left you. He said he was tired of having to fight his wife for a simple fuck."I slapped her. Slapped her hard, leaving a red hand print on her pretty face. How *dare* she call me a frigid bitch. She glowered,. ”“That might be seen as a logical conclusion, but surely he does not need to send you to tell me that? It is an internal matter for your army.”“True. Duke Drago wishes to maintain contact with you in the future, as a he sees value in his dealings with you. Why he should feel that, beats me, but perhaps that is why I am a mere messenger.”“Hmm ... Duke Drago may be a wiser man than I first assumed. I take it that he wants to set up a channel of communication when either of us wants to send a.