”“You got my message?” she asked, waking up a bit more. “Yep” I chirped, “I’ll try to live up to your trust in me.” I finished, smili...ng. She sat up, and pulled down her sheets. “See?” she said lifting up her shirt, clearly happy to have our toy on, and eager for me to appreciate her for it. “I should have woken you up that way.” I kidded, pulling the remote from my pocket, where I had decided it would live forever. “Please no more tonight” she said, exhaustedly flopping backwards, not. My friend and neighbour had organised a party in his garden so wife and I duly went along on a fine spring day to be met by his young daughter who was fifteen and offered us nibbles and led us to the bar area. She looked very good in cropped top and some of the tightest leotard pants I had ever seen so that when she walked towards you outlined a lovely cameltoe, the rear view was quite something too.The afternoon went well and we caught up with other neighbours. Well after a few drinks the. When I wake up, and start to move I hear a robotic voice speak “You found one of my caches and forced me to move ahead of schedule. You will pay for that with your life.” I stagger to my feet and dash to the door. It’s locked. I throw myself against it, but it’s useless. It’s an old solid wood door, and there are no windows.I looked around for the source of the voice saying, “What plans, what’s going on?” the voice replies “You were calling about the water supply. As soon as anyone really. Her eyes were green, shaded by long, dark lashes. A straight nose pointed down to a generous mouth, painted in gothic purple. She loved dramatic contrasts — like the whiteness of her exposed throat and chest against the black leather of her corset. She also loved its severe tightness, pressing her tits into a provocative cleavage — the hips flaring out from a narrow waist. Gloves of black satin covered her arms, but her fingers stayed free to show the sparkle of white gold rings and the deep.