In college, I would often sneak into the women’s room late at night and hide in an end stall, hoping for midnight visits from the girls. They would ...ome, of course – and I would hear the sizzle of their piss, and even their occasional dainty grunts and eventual plops as their solid waste slid from inside their bodies. Often during these events, I would hear them tearing a package open, and knew that their fingers were pushing tampons inside their soft bodies. I was intimate with many of my. She seldom has company. Who should I tell her that's calling?" Frank Maloue." Step inside and I'll see if she will receive you."He stood at the door and waited. Ten minutes went by before the maid appeared again. She had a bright smile on her face."Miss Grace will see you. May I take your hat and coat?" Thank you," he took it off and handed it too her.The maid hung it up in the foyer then led him to Grace Wheaters. He noticed how attractive the young woman was. She had a heavy Swedish accent. Her lips tremble as she struggles to remain silent and perfectly still while he flicks and grasps and tugs and pulls and twists each nipple before doing the same to her clit. Working her into another lust-filled frenzy, and then he stops abruptly. Walking from the room, he pauses briefly thinking he may have heard her speak. Is she ready to declare that she is nothing without her Master? It certainly is about damn time, the stubborn bitch. But he is unsure. Nearly imperceptible, he looms just. “We would need more information about where we were going, but perhaps.”“Okay, then, information is good, and I think I know a place.” He winked at Sofia. “But we need to keep in mind that Sulyvahn may be an agent of the faerie queen. I don’t get the impression he’s here to harm us, but I also don’t want to clue him in on what we might be doing. For now, the plan is to gain an audience with the queen and negotiate Cecilia’s release. Until then, can I get someone to keep an eye on our.