' I glanced out the garage entrance and saw no one so I quickly reached out and grasped Mister Henry's manhood thru his trousers and pulled him toward...s the kitchen door.. Mister Henry's cock throbbed as it harden in my grasp and he called out '...damn my bitch is in a hurry tonight...' We entered the kitchen and Mister Henry said '...this is far enough for now. Get out of those clothes, I want you stark naked from head to feet...' I looked at him as he smiled and nodded his head up and down. I. Testing the unyielding straps that bind him, the prisoner groans in frustration. To have the rebellion against the bitch queen fail was disastrous enough. To be taken as one of her ‘toys’ was worse. Beautiful, spoiled and ruthless, the queen had hammered the people she ruled into slaves to her twisted whims. The untimely death of her beloved king had twisted her into a creature of dark passions and even darker desires. Stories of the unfortunate men that fell prey to her was the subject of. She turned and caught him staring at her she blushed slightly as if reading his mind and gave him a shy smile as she bit her lower lip, bringing her hand up from the steering wheel she let her fingers trace down the line of buttons, the top two fell undone revealing the outline of her cleavage looking up her coy smile let him know she needed to be fuckedPulling off the motorway the car weaved through narrow lanes, her skin tight jeans outlining long toned thighs, he ran his hand from her knee. I introduced myself and waited for her reply. ‘I’m Lorena.’ She said. ‘Oh brother I guess I’d…’ was all I got out. ‘Don’t bother. I have heard every single Bobbitt joke there ever was. Hardy har har.’ She said slightly agitated. ‘I guess that’s a sore spot for you?’ I asked. ‘When you want to meet a guy and I tell them my name they suddenly are not interested. Sometimes I use a fake name just so they can get to know me before I tell them the truth. I completely understand that there is no other.