The last place he swept her into was his own rooms, palatial, was an understatement, he led her to the private lift, which descended them to a below b...sement cellar, they stepped out into a fully equipped dungeon low lights, softly illuminated the equipment, a bar fully stocked at the end and a set of benches along the wall told whatever happened here it was a spectator sport, he stood awaiting her reaction to this his personal fetish. She looked about, noting the racks of whips, chains and. Now I was the only person still able to move freely, so I picked up my heavy duty gardening gloves and walked a little ways away. I think only Eleanor realised what was about to come as she and Charlady had been the only ones to sample the effects previously. As I returned, the men and women saw the stinging nettles in my hand. All except Charlady and Eleanor began begging for me not to do it.I laughed as I approached Roger, lightly stroking the underside of his cock with the nettles, right up. A night without attacks from the Guardian Angel had confirmed what the public had suspected when it'd gone to bed last night: that it was all over. The Guardian Angel had delivered its warning, had inflicted its punishment on the perpetrators of the inexplicably stupid assassination attempt, and was now presumably going to wait and see if the Government did anything stupid again. The public was REALLY hoping that the Government didn't!I liked to think that the Washington-based Government. I opened my mouth and welcomed his tongue with mine as we started to kiss. He raised my leg slightly as he overpowered me. His tongue ruthlessly began to assault my mouth as I quietly hummed. The kiss continued as I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer and closer. Our saliva mixed as our tongues wrestled deep inside my mouth, I had been waiting for this moment all year. His hands began to explore my body through the soft material of my night gown. As our kiss.