The spire was called the heart of the Commonwealth of Kingdoms and Liz could see why as she wondered at the logistics required to manage something so ...arge. The airship turned slightly as it made its approach toward the large cradle that jetted out from the spire. The frame made of metal but the inside where the ship would rest was made of wood and rubber. The ship slipped and slowly descended until it touched down smoothly. Liz could see the small procession of people awaiting her arrival.. I obediently started eating it out. I licked along her pussy lips, then pressed my tongue against her clit. I started circling it with the tip of my tongue, my hands sneaking up to aid me in pleasing my new Mistress. My Mistress was already breathing heavily, moving her hips in a slow rhythm on top of my face. "Yes, good. Make me cum, slave, use your hands, use whatever you deem necessary," she commanded, her eyes closed, her hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples. The nipple-play only. You may have never met Marty, but if you’ve ever bought a car from a used car lot then you know him. He was barely my height- 5’8′- and he was a bit pudgy. Not really fat, but soft. His thin hair was just starting to recede and he had a grubby little mustache. He was a bit of a weasel, but not really a bad guy as long as you kept an eye on him. He had some brains, too. Not as much as he thought he did, but he could be clever at times. The wrestling show had been his idea, after all, and he was. "What kind of villain of the story doesn't check the back seat before he drives off?" asked Lulu as she hopped over the backseat door and went to check on Annabelle."Annabelle? Hey? You okay?" She asked, shaking the dazed reporter gently."Yeah I'm fine." Annabelle replied, coming to her senses. "Wow there is some serious stuff in that needle even excluding the bimbo drug. I thought I was flying at one point." It beats dreaming of fucking though." Replied Lulu. "Now help me get him into the.