"Wie gesagt, es handelt sich h?chst wahrscheinlich um ein Missverst?ndnis. Aber leider sind wir da auf Ihre Mithilfe angewiesen." Mia wusste nicht, ob...sie einem Polizisten gegen?ber stand oder ob der Dienstausweis ihn als einen Mitarbeiter des Milit?rs auswies. Er war zivil gekleidet, machte einen netten, aber bestimmten Eindruck. Mia folgte der Bitte, oder der Aufforderung. So richtig konnte sie das noch nicht einordnen. Sie wusste nat?rlich, dass das Milit?r seit mehr als 3 Jahren die Macht. .it seems that you have made a splash in my pool, so to speak. Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Sephora asked Harmony. "I have done nothing wrong. We were on our way...," Harmony started. "Silence, Bitch! I'll not have you trying to get my throne! Posing as the queen is considered treason here, which is punishable by death," Sephora snarled. Realizing the danger she was in, Harmony quickly said, "I don't want your throne! I just want to go home!" "Go home, huh. Too bad I don't. Cheap, scratchy and obscene. Perfect. Mr Mead would be pleased. Oh, why did she keep thinking about him? She choose two outfits. First was red with more holes than fabric. The second was black and pink. A g string and a bra that didn't cover her breasts but rather just pushed them out and up with nipples pointing out like gun turrets. She had purchased some stockings elsewhere but she chose some fishnets and cheap garter belts to go with the sex shop underwear.“You'd look really sexy in that. You struggle, but I’m far stronger, and putting you over my knees is easy. You squirm and kick out, however you’re helpless. I lift your pleated skirt and jerk your panties down to your knees. ‘Last chance, Fay.’I hoped you’d remain silent. As soon as I’d decided what must be done, my cock had stiffened. Now, with you defenseless, it feels like a steel rod. I bring my hand down on your right cheek. Whack! It’s not hard, but I know it must sting. No response from you except a gasp, so my slap.