She’s a bad guy?”“You could say that. I fought her that night, barely made it out.”“Bad then, gotcha. What are you gonna do?”“I, um, I h...aven’t thought that far ahead,” Lisa looked a bit sheepish. “I have to tell someone, but-”“But who, right?. Who won’t just go to Alicia, who tells them nothing’s wrong and they should mind their own business?” said Jessica.“Pretty much,” admitted Lisa, “The worst part is, I’m not even sure who to trust. Alicia taught one of my classes. She seemed perfectly. I'm sorry, honey." Did mother know that, Empress?"Alex and I nodded."How many times did you or Sam or Cassie ask to travel to our Earth inthe last eleven hundred years, mom?" I asked as example."And how many times did Peyton harass yer ma to take her home? I'm sureit broke her heart to deny such simple requests." Alex Steinert added."Mom just kept sighting the universal imbalance that would reoccur ifwe ever crossed into your universe, Empress. After a while we learnednot to question her. She walked over to the front of the room, there was a steel door with a tray hatch in the middle and a peep hole of black glass about six by six inches toward the top, she tried reaching her hands up to it, but hampered by the chain, came up short. She looked around for a handle on the cell door, not to find any. Suddenly it all came crashing down on her, she was in prison, an 8x9 concrete cell, no windows, no semblance of life, no clothes except her noisy chains, just her, a bare bones bed and. I began to work on his neck, chest and shoulders and then around his rib cage. He was quite chiseled. I moved around to the front of him, hiked my skirt up to my thighs and straddled him while massaging the front of his neck and chest. Pulling his head foreword into my bosom, I worked around his neck and shoulders slowly and forcefully pushing each finger into his skin and I soon felt something bumping against my panties. I pretended not to notice but it take me long to feel a surge of warmth.