But he feared that the true real consequence of offending her, was more likely fatal than a desired banishment. Warren racked his brains without rest!...Constantly imagining weird scenarios. Nothing workable emerged from these delusional pipe dreams.Until he analyzed the Empress herself, her style.Minimalist. Subdued. She was obsessively symmetrical. Wore dull militaristic colors, and was neat to a fault. Perfectly groomed. Without any ostentation. Almost spartan puritanical dress. Maybe he could. She pressed herself against him again. She slid his boxers off, and let his hard on slide between her legs.“Jacie,” Her father said. But that was the last time he would try to stop her.“I like when you say my name Daddy,” She whispered seductively.Before Frank could react, his instincts took over. Her grabbed his daughter around the waist and lifted her into the air. The shower was still running, and he brought her back under the hot water. She gasped as her back hit the cold tile wall.“I. Skinny bod, big booty."She pointed to her rear end, which was not big at all but beautifully shaped and round and high, and which made Laura quiver inside from desire. The dress was pale yellow, and the fabric clung to Tiffany's curves."I think your booty is great," Laura said. "It's way better than mine, for example." Let me see."Laura in turn did a shy pirouette, hoping that Tiffany found her attractive in some subconscious way that she would be unable to resist. Laura grinned and stuck out. " Oh my god, Saoirse! I... I'm so sorry!" Holy hell that fucker Minos! How could he be so stupid? We talkedabout this," she raged in her head."I know. I'm sort of numb, and I can't stop crying for some reason,"she sniffled into the phone."Well, that's to be expected Saoirse. It's ok to cry, I know I would."Kristina's mind was whirring. She needed to call her bossesimmediately."Where are you, do you want me to come get you? Be with you?" No, that's ok," she sniffled again. "I have to head.