Several hours later my stomach growled and I stopped walking and started looking around. I went to look at a public comm and entered the comm address ... remembered for my mother.The man that answered almost made me hang up, "my name is Nicholas Christian James. I was trying to reach duchess James."There was a pause, "the duchess was recalled almost two decades ago. What is your relationship?"I looked around again as I thought of the man trying to keep me on the comm, "I am her son."It was a long. It really hurt. She struggled but the ropes held her tight. She didn't know how much of this she could take. Tears sprang to her eyes. It felt like she was being cut in two. Paul saw a red weal appear where the cane had struck. He hesitated and then decided to try again, a little lower.Swish, THAWCK! "AIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Betty let out a full-throated scream of agony which brought a sleepy Jennifer running in to see what was going on."What's the matter?" she asked breathlessly."Just trying. I was more than a little curious and asked her more. I was in her favourite position licking her wet swollen pussy when she told me.She asked would I mind if she had a little game with the waiters at the taverna that we had visited earlier. She had a very loud orgasm as I pleasured her with my tongue. She was then gagging for me to slide my cock between her legs.This was when she told me her plan, as long as I was up for it. The dirty bitch wanted to go back to the taverna with no knickers on. Besides, I own a gun myself, in fact, and I even make sure that the public knows it! Mind you, it’s not for hunting. It’s for self-defense. I get some death threats for being openly bisexual and supporting a woman’s right to choose, to say the least.“Anyway, you’re right that we’ll need money. I’m thinking of a crowdfunding deal online, to raise money from citizens without having to turn as much to the lobbyists for donations. But, yeah, I imagine that the local LGBT community will pass the hat.