I can take it," she said with a little sniff that she was trying to hold back."Leslie, look at me." She didn't look up. "Please, Leslie, look at me."S...e looked up slowly and I could see the unshed tears in her eyes. It practically broke my heart to know that I had made her feel this bad. I had to convince her that I did want to spend time with her, but she must have convinced herself that I wasn't interested."I really am sorry about last night. It had nothing to do with not wanting to spend. Despite the evidence showing that the ships had attacked with the intent of destroying everyone, he held firm that his father would save him at some point.The council was undecided about what to do with the prisoner. Ideas ranged from spacing him without a suit, to slow death by means that would have made Spanish inquisitors green with envy. Jim had vetoed them all, and continued to hold out that the intelligence value the prisoner represented, was too great to simply kill him outright.Three. I rush into the house, with all my bags in tow. I place the candles in the house trailing to the bed room. Placed the rose petals on the floor, I took a two small plates and the serving fork in the bed room and placed them on the night stand. Laid the massage oil on the bed and put the rose on her pillow. I got undressed and showered for freshness.As time grew near I put on my robe, I am rushing with excitement thinking about my baby coming home and what lay in store. I looked down and my robe. Darren followed me on all fours, prowling like a large cat ready to devour its prey. He straddled my torso, his cock resting between my tits. He grabbed both my hands and pinned them to the bed above my head, making me feel vulnerable but desperate to be fucked. Grabbing the bottle of lube, he held it high above me, allowing thin streams to rain down on my nipples. The sensation was overwhelming. Darren rubbed my huge breasts, spreading the oil around, my nipples catching on his fingers. Easing.