Michael wanted to meet with me. He had something to discuss with me, he said over the phone that afternoon. I was sick with dread and worry. I didn't ...want this man in my life. What if he changed his mind about ending his rights to his child? He was legally entitled to his child and in truth I would never keep him from his baby. I just didn't want him to complicate my life.Michael and I agreed to meet at the Museum of Fine Arts the next day. I arrived a little early to find a peaceful place to. Her green eyes were red and tearful as she dabbed at her eyes and nose. Her neatly combed, short-cropped brown hair and slightly wrinkled, well-fitted clothing to her slim body gave her a masculine appearance. Behind her was a forlorn fully stuffed duffel bag."Is everything alright dear? Is someone coming to pick you up," I asked her with concern in my voice. Her shoulders slumped at my question and she looked down once again."No…no one is coming for me. I have no one and nowhere to go," as she. ..finally his struggling stopped and he was quiet.His eyes were still open but they saw nothing.....To one side the breathing bags inflated and deflated with a regular pattern.The mask was removed. I was aware how horny I was and how fascinated and transfixed I had been watching the forced anaesthesia..It reminded me of my first gas experience as a c***d and how frightened I had been and how remorseless the dentist had been,holding me down and holding the mask so tightly on my face...how I had. As she whirled and twirled and used her body to impress the Khan, great cries of male climax filled the room. She glanced at him, fearful of what he intended. The dark pools of his eyes caught her and drew her in. Dancing closer and closer, she noticed that the woman in the sling was by his side, looking possessive and triumphant. But the glint in her eyes was not sexual, and Midyar understood that this was the Khan’s sister. Powerful in her own right. Perhaps mistress of all the concubines?.