"But I must insist you go no further and return to the palace proper."Without losing one iota of his smile, Tarras said, "Oh, really? Under whose auth...rity, might I ask?" The Emperor's adviser and head of security, Mage Q'yros." Head of security? My, my. An unusual role for a wizard, do you not think so?" It matters not. It matters only that we have been told to accept his word as good as coming from the mouth of the Emperor himself. If you would please follow me?"The question was spoken. "You know, you been getting really sassy lately," he said. "I think you need a lesson." Still holding me by the upper arm he began pimp walking me down the cellblock. I was babbling, begging him for another chance. Everyone was looking at me, some looked pitying, others were laughing. We were heading toward the laundry room. Because Batuco was so tall and I was so short, I had to sort of run to keep up with him. When we got to the door of the laundry room a C.O. was there. If I thought he was. I rode my cowboy with all the determination he shows when out in the ring. I planted my feet either side of his lean hips and placed my forearms on his wide, furry chest, leaning my breasts down for the nipples to brush him with every stroke, a look of studied concentration upon my face. A strangled sound rose from his throat, while my own voice cried out a victorious shout. I could feel the pulsing heat of him erupting inside me, along with my own. I continued to ride him until we both could. Playing the role of the sweet and agreeable wife, she smiled sweetly. "Of course not, Mike," she told him, carrying a stack of dishes to the sink. "You work hard all day and it would do you good to get out for a while and relax."Looking pleased, the burly man with the blond wavy hair gave her a quick hug. "You're wonderful, Sarah," he said, kissing her cheek. "How many men are lucky enough to have a wife like you! Most of them have to beg for a night out. And even then, their wives resent it."I.