“So long as your pleasure is to leave tomorrow morning at sun-up – because that is when you WILL be leaving.”“How dare you speak to me that wa...,” the princess seethed. “You’re just a Knight – not much better than a commoner. You don’t tell me when and where to go, I tell you when and where to go.”“Let us be clear of one thing, your highness,” Gillen replied softly, her face neutral but the threat of violence twining through her words. “You, like me, are a subject of his Royal Majesty Queen. I don’t think I’ll ever get that image out of my mind. I’m sure watching a live execution couldn’t be any worse. When she had finished with him, there was blood coming from his rectum, and he virtually had to crawl off the bed. Claire stood with her hands on her hips and what I can only describe as a smirk on her face before she took the strap-on off and the scene went black. I knew Claire LaPointe was a heartless bitch when it came to men, especially married men, but I had no idea she could. She was blond with long hair, a little chunky, glasses, and as she chatted, didn't seem to have much going for her except friendliness. She also seemed lonely. After talking a while, she joked about her studio over the garage. I hadn't paid too much attention to this side of the complex. She invited me up.We talked on her couch for a while, and then she "invited me" to make out by hugging and kissing me. We groped around for a few minutes; then she sat up so my hands could get behind her. It was Sunday, and I had volunteered to help Samantha take out some of her old furniture to the front of her lawn. The church was going to send someone to pick it all up. Samantha had bought all new furniture. I nodded as I remembered lugging all the furniture out the door.We waited for the donation truck, and I helped them load everything up. We came back inside and started drinking. Was that the reason I passed out? Well, if so, why was I naked? No, we started making out, she gave me one of.