“Might your mother be the Witch of Gyre?” I hissed at her. She only gasped in shock at my reflexes and at her broken wrist. My bodyguards were onl... now moving to control the crowd and isolate me. “Answer me!” I said, forcing the knife lightly into the skin of her throat. The assassin stayed quiet. My blood was running hot and my cock pushed into the assassin's flesh from behind. I decided then that this bitch would be mine before I killed her. I located the nearest building and stormed inside. The last one going under my chin obviously to keep me from spitting it out once I was alert again. I wonder vaguely why I had not been blindfolded as well. Surely, they would know I would tell the authorities their descriptions once I escaped. This startled me because I now thought of something else. They didn’t expect me to escape at all. As I rotated in the air, I heard a noise and jerked my head around sending my elevated body into a slight spin. As I rotated, I noticed a door in. "Oh would you like a pair?" my wife asked mischievously. "Your Dad iswearing panties as he is presently out of clean underwear."Frank rushed out of the bathroom (presumably to check he had cleanunderwear)."You are kidding?" I asked."No, my love you will either have to wear your panties or go commando."She replied.I went to the bedroom to check and to get dressed. I noticed I had nosocks either."Honey, where are my socks?" Borrow some of mine," she replied.I was not going to wear her socks as. .." In fact, I had theidentical fantasy. Only mine always included being swept off myfeet and carried over the threshold like a living bridal doll,by a giant, sexy, ultra masculine, European hunk like Kevin. -----Jennifer was so shy and timid when she sent me that firste-mail. I guess she thought it was "verboten" to write directly,and so personally, to the webmaster. I wrote her back and toldher sweetly, and with wolfish intentions, that it was "required"of my.