”“Bring him here,” the queen’s tired voice still commanded. She would dispense with this interruption so she could focus on her baby. The guar...s led him to the foot of the bed so she could see him clearly. Still, she knew him not.Without calling attention to it, despite the guards’ grip on his upper arm, he managed to extend his lower arm to touch the queen’s foot with his fingers. He gently scratched the sole of her foot.Startled by the sensation, she looked to where he touched her. The guards. Dad watched me with this odd expression on his face."What's up, Doc?" I asked, "everything OK?" Yeah, sure. Everything's fine," he lied."Did I mention that you're a terrible liar?" I think it might have come up earlier today." I thought so. Come on spill it. What's eating you?"The look on his face was of conflict. He was torn between telling me and keeping it to himself. I had a pretty good idea what the problem was. Knowing him as well as I do, I knew I was going to have to say it to get him. He was breathing heavily and rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy a few times before going back in. He was pulling back on my hair and pushing me against the wall as he was fucking me deep. He was whispering stuff to me while fucking.Thomas: Mmm you’re my little dirty kitten slut tonight.At this point I realise that he didn’t even bother undressing me. I still have my cat ears, but my top is above my tits, skirt is pulled up a bit and my thing just pushed to the side to get him access to my. Under much different circumstances it might have been funny: my moment of success immediately followed by an easily foreseeable pratfall. I wasn't laughing, though. I rolled the body off me and inched my way back out the partly-open door, dragging the victim along feet-first behind me.By the time I staggered back to my own truck with the woman awkwardly slung over my shoulder there was six inches of snow on it. Using the surge of strength that desperation conveniently provides, I opened the.