" With that she was gone. After she left I set my timer then shut myself down.I have to explain something here. Even when I'm shut down, I'm not compl...tely shut down. I am just on minimum power drain and therefore no real thought processes. The reason is simple, if the bad guys start moving around, the creators didn't want me to sleep through someone taking a blow torch to me.I did stay in that floating shutdown mode, until my timer woke me three hours later. First I went on line to determine. Julie sipped on a glass of French wine, nibbled on expensive cheese and savored organic seedless grapes while she gazed in fascination and fancy at the news coverage of her friend Jennie's trip to the city on her plasma television she recently had installed on the bathroom wall nearest her tub. From the indulgent confines of her lavish oversized bathtub, Julie luxuriated in the warm bath water and ample flower scented bubbles, courtesy of Bath & Body Works, the gentle glare of the TV reflecting. I couldn't even lift a finger, as cliché as that sounds. I remained conscious for the time being, which I thought was a good thing at the time. The only part of me that I could move were my eyes. I sent up a silent prayer that whatever was wrong didn't seem to affect my autonomic functions like breathing and swallowing.The only sound I could hear was Dao-Ming as she grunted and groaned, riding me through orgasm after orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching down on my shaft as she came, her. She was sitting in front of me all naked, and so was I. She hissed, kneel down in front of me. I knelt and could see her pussy closely, but I could not fix my gaze at the altar of worship for fear of offending her further. So what is it that you enjoy peeping at. You, my Queen, er M'me, I muttered. Yes, call me the Queen, cut the formalities of M'me, she said. And, would you serve your queen like a slave, she asked. Yes, my Lady, I would always serve you. I did not understand where this.