You are shocked but reciprocate my kiss. I pull your chair out and sit on your lap, you bring your hands up to touch me and I slap them away. I whispe... in your ear "Your my toy tonight, you do not touch me until I tell you it is ok". I feel your hard cock in your trousers poking into me and I know how excited this is making you. I stand up and grab you by your shirt, pulling you to your feet. I sit on the chair and lift one of my legs up to the desk, so you can see my wet glistening pussy. ‘Because then I would have a hundred Johns, a hundred Lukes, a hundred Coles. Numbers make everyone easy to keep track of.’ She turned back, and strode off, temper rising. Drake followed, not that he had a choice, more aware than ever of the cuffs and collar he wore. Raell brought Drake back to his pen, then whistled at someone. He heard the steady steps of one person and the stumbling of another. A women came up, dragging Riley. Drake noticed the number on his collar, surprised he hadn’t. The sounds were very ineffective. It appeared as if nothing could help me. A horn blast from the semi-truck next to be almost scaring me to death. The trucker waves out his window and yells some obscenity that I cannot really hear. The tucker reminds me once again of what it is I am doing.I drive the rented convertible, with the top down in spite of the cool temperatures. How odd I must appear, in my low cut white blouse and my very short black skirt. My blonde hair (actually a wig) is tied in. Where are your goats?— They have been killed during the war last year, to feed the soldiers.What do you live on, then?— From alms that people give me, when I please them.Why have you come?— To make an end of it.Then they bring the bow, and place it before her, one of the guards holds it in his outstretched hand, one end resting on the ground, the other end as high as his head.You can still go away, they tell her, but only now.I want a favor, she says. I want the King’s daughter to hold the bow,.