“And you told me I wouldn’t enjoy a cricket match!”The bill arrived after our third round of cocktails had been consumed and I paid with plastic... It was almost 5 o’clock and I sensed that for Carlotta it would soon be bedtime.I was wrong. We returned to the Spyder (it now had two parking tickets stuck to its windscreen) and she drove us around the block to park behind the Ritz, beside an ugly angular apartment block fashioned in the 1960s Brutalist style. “I live at the top,” she announced. The. Your tethered hand strokes my black nylons. Do you like the silky feel of my hosiery? Hmmm… I might linger here for a minute, allowing you to gaze over my body. I look down. Your cock stirs, rotating from the base, like the big hand of a clock, as you begin to harden. I consider giving you a stroke, but I don’t. You have to wait. Your nostrils flare a little and you breathe in my perfume. I know you can sense the other scent too. It’s dabbed behind my ears and on each wrist. I hope you like. I really didn't care what they did with it.My simulacrum moved to my side, her head properly bowed. She carried my belongings. Like a hound, she heeled me as I moved to the gangplank the sailors ran out. I descended down to the sandy strand, my dominated sailors forming up around me. They carried an assortment of truncheons, sabres, and boarding hooks as weapons.Not the most well-armed group, but even a mob could take down a monster. Or a knight.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Acolyte Sophia –. His chest was bronzed, smooth and hairless. His trousers were a lighter shade of brown than the cloak and tailored to accentuate his narrow waist and hips. Antoinette's control slipped and she found herself in such a state of shock that she lost focus for a moment and blinked. This new Erik smirked as he took note of her response. She retaliated by folding her arms across her chest and narrowing her eyes. The man lazily arched his one eyebrow while he continued his sardonic smirk."Good Lord!.