Ludwig was standing in front of her with a knife in his hands. He grinned at her as he made a cut in her nightgown between her legs. He set the knife ...own, placed his hands between the tear and ripped outward. The tear exposed more and more of her flesh, eventually reaching her crotch, previously only seen by her husband and gynocologist. The dwarf patted her pubic hair and Chasity tried to pull away, but was entirely restrained. He continued ripping her nightgown until it hung in tatters from. Getting up I went over to the exercise bike and saw that someone had lowered the seat so I raised it again.“You won’t reach the pedals with the seat up there.” Harry said.I turned to look at him, smiled and climbed on, making sure that my purple antenna was bent forwards and resting between my clit and right labia majora. Harry and Ben watched me, and I watched them through the big mirror on the wall as my butt slid from side to side on the seat as I pedalled myself to 2 more glorious orgasms,. She shook the guard on the shoulder. "Snap out of it and help me to the King and Queen's reception rooms now!"The guard blinked, bringing his attention back to Minara. "Yes my lady." He offered his arm and helped her down the steps and across the courtyard to the royal reception rooms. People were starting to gather now to gawp and wonder at the ship hovering in the sky. Minara puffed up the steps to be met by the King and Queen walking down to look at the strange new arrival.Minara bowed her. My father, Sean Linwood was a Boston police sergeant until he retired about three years ago. A blue-blooded Irish cop like so many in this town. My mother, Susan Hayworth was a city cop too. She was biracial, of African-American and Puerto Rican descent. I guess that makes me biracial too. Whatever. I’m not big into racial issues or politics. It’s what I do that defines me as far as I’m concerned, not skin color, gender or any other unchangeable factor. My parents were model citizens. They were.