I am helped to stand up, and I feelsomeone fussing with the hem at the front of my dress.I am ordered to turn round, and my veil is lifted. I look at ...my maidwho is carrying a number of leather articles. She mumbles sorry, andtells me that she has to prepare me for my execution. I see tears inher eyes. She asks me to turn round, I do so, and I realise that she isbustling my train. I feel the increased weight at my waist.A voice tells her to hurry up, as it will be sunset soon.She takes my hand. "Willing hands soon had the trove uncovered, and the records safely stacked in a neat pile behind her. She backed the portal out into the open, and up to and into the hidden base. Drifting it back and forth within the base, she stabilized its position inside an empty room."All right," she ordered. "Squad One, clear outeverything in the base that can be moved. Start with the treasure room."The more lightly armed group of the guards trotted through the portal, fanning out through the deserted. Belinda took the lovely sight in. She squeezed Don Juan’s hand and smiled. Don Juan chuckled softly under his breath. He knew his slut so well. He knew what the musician/rock god look in a young man did to his wicked female companion. He knew her pussy would be slick and wet already and her nipples stiff beneath the material of her black silk dress. He strived to keep her horny at all times, a slave to her own desire. The blonde haired vision disappeared through a shop door and as Don Juan. . Let me get you some good stuff.” He brought me a scotch and I admitted it did taste a lot better. He laughed and said, “After about three it is going taste damn good.” Mr. Bartlett wasn’t kidding. After about three drinks the scotch became very smooth. I wondered if Terri and Chuck would talk. I walked into the kitchen and they were chatting and I saw him move his hand real quick, like maybe he had been touching her somewhere but that was about all I saw. At midnight we toasted with champagne.