“Xavier would suffice.”“That won’t do,” Ayn said simply. “You’re Xav to me, because no one else has ever called you that. And no one els... should dare unless they want to piss me off.”Naming was taking into possession, Xavier thought as one of Ayn’s hands descended on his neglected cock and started jerking it, while its owner continued his pounding. It made him feel so incredibly aroused to be manipulated, taken like that, as if Ayn didn’t give a damn who Xavier was or who he pretended to. Help – what was the latter doing here?Hema was dressed in a yellow sari with a matching blouse and guess what – dark black flat heels. Uma was in grey – sari and blouse and heels one could die for. Both had short cropped hair. Both were big in the butt but Uma’s boobs were larger – and always popping out of her blouse. Some strategic “pallu” dropping was always taking place. Uma’s hipster was quite chick – showing off her large navel – Hema was more circumspect in her dressing. Big Ass had once. He rested his forearm on the edge of the window and leaned down to look at me.“License, registration and proof of insurance please,” he said, shining his flashlight directly into my eyes.“Sure officer, can I go for my glove box?” I asked. I didn’t want to spook him by just reaching for it. Some cops are testy.“Go ahead, ma'am,” he said. I leaned over, suddenly self conscious of how low cut my top was, and thought the officer got a good view of my cleavage as I reached for my papers. Maybe. We were completely powerless, without a prayer to hope for survival.MARISKA, his voice boomed inside our heads. It was something felt rather than heard, a psychic blast rather than a physical voice. YOU FOOL, he continued, SOMEONE WHO STILL CARRIES THE BLOOD OF THE DRAGONSLAYER YET LIVES.The blood of the who now!? Did he mean the lord paramount’s family?“That’s impossible, great Firelord!” Mariska pleaded, kneeled before the dragon, “The lord’s family was all in their box! I burned them all.