Indeed, when the miscreant was finally sent sobbing on her way, clutching her bottom under her restored skirt, Miss Martin complimented him quietly on... the effectiveness of the punishment. Dr. Stanton, seeing an opportunity to sound her out a little further, remarked that he hoped that she did not find this discipline too severe, and she responded, after a slight pause, "Oh, not all! Not at all! The female posterior is remarkably resilient and well capable of absorbing very severe chastisement. "I better understand you now. I could only feel your burdens, not how you handled them. Again, our queen showed more understanding than I." It doesn't matter now. Are we now on the same team? If we are, that is what is important." Yes we are." Good. The first thing we need to find out is if our friend in the stockade is telling the truth. I believe you think he is?" I think he is telling the truth to the point of attacking you. His mind is unclear during that act." What about killing the queen. She gasped as he bit down on her nipple and pushed a finger back into her naked pussy. She knew she was wet no matter how she felt about his assault on her. He went back to his knees and took hold of her leg, pulling her thigh up and shifting his body until her thigh rested on his shoulder and she struggled again, protesting in spite of the shorts stuffed in her mouth. He just grinned up at her and lifted her other leg by the knee, holding her legs wide apart. Her shoulders were forced back. She pulled at it and moved her hands up where she could squeeze my breasts through my t-shirt. I surrendered to her touch and just let my eyes roll as I saw her green hair bobbing between my legs as her mouth made its way all along the insides of my legs. She pulled my panties to the side and again took the cold soda can and rubbed it against my wet lips. I could hardly catch my breath from the sensation before she was sucking my lips into her warm mouth. Her tongue felt so firm as she pressed.