Who has not heard the tales that are whispered about the messengers of the Queen? That their powers far exceed those of mere mortals? That a messenger...can walk through closed doors, or even through solid walls? That she can make herself invisible? That she can pass thorough a crowd, through a phalanx of enemies, without being noticed? That she cannot be held, and cannot be bound? That she never tires, that she does not need light, nor water, nor food? That she can kill with a flick of her. “I said too much, didn’t I?” “It’s okay. Just between you and me. A little venting is good for the soul.” She leaned back against the wall across from my door, hiked a high-heel foot up so her knee cocked toward me. She scanned my face. “Come to the funeral for me. Two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. I’d like to have you there.” “I don’t know,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “I don’t do too well with that kind of stuff.” She scoffed. “Yeah, well I’m having a fucking blast,” she sneered sarcastically.. ”“Oh, sorry, I should have known. I came to return Gayle’s panties before I went for a walk along the beach.”“A walk sounds good. Can I come with you?”“Yes,” she grinned, “that would be nice… as long as you don’t mind me being naked.”“Even better.”We walked outside, her arm linked with mine.“What did Jason tell you about himself? More to the point, about us?”“Oh, he told me how he started this business about ten years ago and that you’re both very rich.”We stopped next to a notice which read,. There was some reaction from the crowd as they imagined what I was feeling. I cracked a small smile that drew a comment, “She’s loving it,” from one of the onlookers.I was beginning to slide a little on the large puddle of my cum. It was generating a familiar smell. Jim began panting and his legs seemed to be tightening. His thrusts became more deliberate. Then he let out a groan as he held himself in a constant push up my ass. I could feel his slight throbbing inside me as I knew he was.