Please give it a look.Also, A Warning: This story may involve some darker subjects. If you have issues with stories that involve Murder, Rape, Torture... Violence, etc. This may not be the story for you. You have been warned.Queen Marissa Loon lounges boredly on the throne while listening to Lord Gilbert droll on and on about the state of the Kingdom. It's probably something that she should pay attention to, but really all she can think of is the regret she feels at having killed Count Erwin. The Goddess stopped. They were on the top of a rise, and beneath them was a large house in what Thompson recognized as an ancient classical style: a large rectangle plan around an interior courtyard. He followed the Goddess down the path and into the entrance way into the home.Aphrodite’s entrance caused a modest commotion, for the servant waiting at the entrance immediately knelt, then rose to sound a nearby bell. Aphrodite continued on into the courtyard, and stood before an ornate throne.. It was quiet for a few minutes and then I broke the silence. "I don't have a destination in mind" I told her almost nervously. She told me not to worry about it, just to keep driving.I couldn't take my eyes off her legs. My dick was now raging in my underwear. She uncrossed them and said to me, "Do you like them?" with a pointed look to the tent of my pants.I felt bold for some reason. "Yeah," I told her. "but I'd like them more wrapped around my head." She didn't respond to that at all.We were. Raise your arms. Now bend over. Hmmmmm. OK, let's do that again, and I'll photograph you."I repeat the routine accompanied by clicks from Jonathan's digi-cam."OK, thank you, Fifty. I will work up a design on these and I will come for you later." Sir," I ask, "what will it look like and where will it be?"Jonathan smiles. "To be absolutely honest, I haven't decided yet. The very best and most artistic tattoos tend to be bold and simple. They're often quite a bit larger than their owners.