Shumara Seven, if she had ever been allowed to fully rule, would have definitely been a tyrant - a beautiful, seductress of a tyrant, but a tyrant nev...r-the-less.As she stared at her regal image in the mirror, Shumara could not see her arrogance or her cruelty or her lack of compassion. Even if she had been able to see these traits within herself, she would not have considered them flaws. They were, for her, a part of being royalty - a part of having the genetic right of kings and queens. It. She understood but pretended not to notice. I went to my bedroom and stripped naked, then pulled on a dressing gown. I started the shower in our en suite before quietly making my way to the guest bathroom across the hall. I slipped inside and waited. I used the waiting time to bring my cock to full erection. I knew that downstairs, anytime now, Emily would tell Sue that she was going to the bathroom. Sure enough Emily appeared a few moments later. I knew I only had a few minutes but it would be. “Also it helps with the pain. If you touch my peehole it might stop stinging as much.” She adjusted her abdomen in an attempt to direct his fingers. She was surprised when he stood up and walked away. Peering over her shoulder she saw him opening the silverware drawer. When he came back he was holding a single metal chopstick. She tried to stand up but he pushed on the square of her back to keep her down. At the same time he lined the tip of the chopstick up with her peehole and pushed.“Oooh,”. The sound suddenly lessens and dies. I see Allbright touch her gun, but I smile.You can't miss the sound of a bunch of Harley twin-cylinder engines.I go to the door and open it.I look out and see the Harleys, the chrome and the leather, the tattoos and tanned, rippling muscles, the crew-cuts, the cigarettes, the boots and the skull paraphernalia and the sawed off shotguns and assault rifles and massive pistols strapped on muscled hips.Muscles gets off her bike, and so do the rest of her.