..she did tha...that thing with her fingers. It hurt so...so much.I've never felt a pain like that eve...even when I broke my...my collarbone," he re...lied trying to stop crying."That bitch must have taken our computers and phones. We're stuck withthat lunatic for now. It's dark already but first thing in the morningwe're running to town. We'll get help there," she said trying to soundconvincing."Sounds like a plan sis," Nathan replied with a smile.Shortly after they were called to supper. . ***********************************************************************Lena was not happy. Their target was Angel's re-virgin princess, now aqueen. She would be stopping in Denver before going to Washington, DCfor some sort of official reception and Thanksgiving dinner at the WhiteHouse. For part of the visit, she would be at Mrs. Tabor's spa, andtheir plan had something to do with it. And then, just as they were getting ready to give her some usefuldetails, they were distracted by some nearby. It was the only part of my anatomy that mattered.She leaned forward and thrust a tit in my face "Suck, slave." I eagerly complied and she had another towering orgasm. Finally she screamed "Fill my cunt with your jizz, slave." "Yes, Mistress," I screamed back. "Yes, oh... Yes, as I came in a stupendous convulsion. It felt like my body shuddered for five minutes as my prostate contracted time after time forcing huge quantities of my pent-up cum into her eager thrusting cunt. As she came down from. As she strutted to, and on through the stage door, she was the only person in the alley; but across the way in an alcove, the evidence of the pleasured witnessing of Faulkner’s downfall provided the only movement other than hers, as the worthy ejaculation of seed spent in covert satisfaction, trickled its creamy passage down the rough mortar between the brickwork.Faulkner may have been spared the humiliation of being outed in public, on being granted the cover of access via the side entrance,.