As it was, I sat onthe edge of the bed, said the single word "Fuck," and lay back down onthe bed avoiding the wet patch to enjoy the residual sensatio...s of beingfucked and having enjoyed every second of it, including the notinconsiderable female orgasm I'd so recently experienced.Well, if I'm her now, I can just entice myself back, and reverse theprocess, so no harm's done, I thought. But I wasn't sure I wanted to,because even the residual afterglow of that session was far moreintense, far more. The revolt had been brewing for nearly half a year, and she knew the populace wrongly blamed the economic troubles on her influence over the Emperor. She knew the Emperor, much as he loved her, would have to give her up to the soldiers in order to save his own life and throne. She'd predicted that they would come for her days ago, and ignored the rosier views of other concubines and her sisters. By the time the soldiers arrived, she was dressed in her best public clothes. Her hair was brushed. "Bobby tried to act even more juvenile. "Now you're talking."There was no use trying to stop this but I could deflect it a bit to be safe. "There are going to be rules. You all wear high boots that come almost to the knee. They have to be flashy and safe to walk on. Everyone has to have a mask that will not come off during a fight. A cellphone with a bluetooth ear bud goes everywhere with you. Your clothes have to be flashy just like the boots so people will not remember what you look like even. Anyway, it was relaxing not having to worry about avoiding an erection. I wasn’t, but with jeans on it didn’t hit you in the face. I imagine even my friend noticed, and the three females obviously did. Paula assumed it was mostly pointed in her direction and was probably right. She likes that sort of thing almost as much as flashing her body down at the beach. She would never discourage such a compliment by embarrassing her admirer. I quote her: “I don’t think men like that type of.