I cannot describe it, but when she left, she took a part of me with her. It was how she got her nickname, how she became known as..." The Black Queen?... I offered, interrupting."Lord save you, Sebastian, you do know her!" Yes and no," I said. "She was sent to assist in your capture, in your other's capture, but a few weeks ago she disappeared. We thought she had been taken, but..." That is not possible!" he swore, coming to his feet. "No! He could not take her unless he did not know it was she.. Desire? I couldn't tell. As she worked down my chest, her hands once again became Karen’s on my breasts, and my moans were softer, more private. She worked down my belly and softly pressed on my mound before starting on my thighs and working down to my feet.Finally she raised the left leg to try to stretch the hamstring. I was softly groaning, partly in pain and partly in arousal, even before her hand gently tugged my bikini aside and started lightly caressing my labia. Her eyes met mine again. He’d never seen the skinny boi before.A knock startled him. He stammered towards the door and peered through the peephole. It was the sissy. He opened up and smiled. “Come in,” he slurred. He pointed to the couch. He watched the lissome guy switch over to sit down. He could tell the pretty boi had a sweet, foxy, dainty bubble butt. “Want something to drink?”“What do you have?”“Beer. Liquor. Water.”“Gin?”“Yeah. Straight?”“Hell nah,” lisped the guest. “You got juice or ginger. “Excellent. I’m not one for much foreplay, and I’m already wet,” she said. “Get undressed and let’s get to it.” Sensing how eager she was, I undressed slowly, watching her quickly shed her clothes. In addition to being pretty, Dr. Sara Green had great legs and a firm ass, two assets that would generally give me purpose to be “used” freely. However, as if on cue, my cock was primed by my sinister thoughts and my erection seemed to please her. “I like unusual places for sex,” she said, leading.