She bent forward, placing her hands on the floor, and then began to crawl slowly towards Venetia. Even in that moment of cruel submission, she could s...ill scarcely believe she was doing it. Naked and crawling in her own Throne Room... Crawling to the feet of a conqueror... Unimaginable horror... But actually happening. Xena came to the dais on which the Throne was set. Through a shimmer of tears she saw the golden tip of the pointed boot. She paused, gathering the last remnants of her will She. . pink. Not a natural light red or anything, but a vibrant hot pink with black highlights.Ronda caught her husband gawking and elbowed him in the ribs making him grunt slightly.The woman turned her head and said apologetically, "Sorry if I seem a bit crazy, I'm just really late getting back to my boss's office. I'm a paralegal for Swensen & Murdock and it's a really good job but today has just been a realy, realy, realy bad one. It seems like everything's gone wrong and I..."The chatty. I said fuck it and thought with my throbbing cock. 'Hmmm, my sister wants to fuck my brains out...I think it is my turn to fuck her brains out.' I thought to myself. I got up and left my room, I went down to my moms room first and peaked into her room, she was still sound asleep and would not be up to go to work for an another hour. I hurried down to my sisters’ bathroom; she had left the door unlocked. I slipped into her bathroom and shut the door behind me. I could see her naked silhouette. My attempts at conversation helped soften the innate rudeness. The Parisians appreciated my struggle.Days we spent being tourists. Nights I searched for the Avant Garde. Mother accompanied me occasionally, but the long walks and the abundance of things to see, art and fashion and architecture during the day more often tired her out. For me, Paris flowing through my senses and into my blood constantly stimulated. Though finding nothing similar to the work the princess and I attempted, what I.