" Lynwe spoke. "They are still coming tonight yes?"Selene nodded. "Oh yes." She answered. "We should enjoy them as much as we can in the time we have ...left Mistress."Lynwe looked at her. "What do you mean?" You may let Tareif know I have done this ... but I did it late last night and did not have a chance to tell him." Selene spoke. "I contacted Martin before I left the office this morning. They were just arriving in orbit from a diplomatic trip to the elf home world so I left a message on his. Amy's mind is already flowing to deep dark fantasies, fantasies she has always had about the Doctor as in her own late teens barely a night would pass without Amy grabbing a vibrator fucking herself and moaning out the Doctor's name. Now she is trapped in the magic blue box with her biggest fantasy doing her most enjoyed fetish and from the lump she can feel pressed against her belly he is enjoying this as much as she is."Learned you lesson yet Amy," The Doctor asks with his hand rubbing Amy's. ”“Just ‘Spurs’, Steve. Not ‘the Spurs’. Tottenham Hotspur Football Club is their formal name, and the nickname is simply ‘Spurs’.”“Interesting. But what the heck is a ‘Hotspur’?”“You do have Shakespeare over in the Colonies, right? His works have made their way across the Pond?”I laughed, “Yes. I didn’t associate football with Sir Henry Percy, aka Sir Harry Hotspur!”“He’s known for his riding spurs and fighting cocks. The team crest features a cockerel. The story goes that early in the 20th. Her hands reaching behind her back slowly for the clasp, watching his reaction as the fabric fell to the ground. Her body bending over slightly, her breasts firm and taunt as her thumbs slipped through the sides of her panties, pulling them slowly down her legs. He reflects how sexy she looks bent over like that, in those high heels. She was putting on a show for him, he mused, making him anticipate her next move. Stepping out of her panties one heel at a time, like it was a practiced art,.