The platform that contained the ring was gone. The 6m area it had covered was now just a flat section of untiled floor.When he examined it, he noticed... there was little dust and realised it had only recently been removed. He screamed in rage, “That fucking bitch. That fucking bitch took it.”The platform now resided in Clarksville in a special dome similar to the one Sean and Lee had designed for Sean’s family. They had sent the one that had been on Queland to Robert after Kyle had located it. “Thanks,” I said. “I need a shower to rinse this dye out of my hair, then I’m going to say my prayers and get some sleep.”“Would you like some help washing your hair?” she asked quietly.“I would,” I said gently, “but if you stay to help, I won’t get any sleep at all.”“You’re still unsure?” she asked.I took her in my arms and looked into her eyes, “I’m completely sure, but this isn’t the night.”Kimiko nodded and we exchanged our three usual soft kisses. She gathered the clothing and left the. Another group of surgically attired attendants, white caps and masks are waiting; wheel her down another hallway into an isolated room where the gurney’s rolled beside a hollow round wooden stool with a single vertical post attached behind it.Uncuffed from the gurney she’s immediately forced to straddle the stool. Disoriented, her wrists and elbows are tautly bound behind the narrow post thrusting her chest outward as her head slumps forward. A leather strap stretched across her forehead,. So I rubbed harder tracing the outline of her ears lightly. Stephanie answered my question for me, she swiveled around in her chair, put her hands on my crotch and squeezed it lightly, she rubbed it through my pants, causing it to rise up. I reached down and ran my hands over her tits, feeling her nipples swell through the thin material of her blouse. She quickly unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out, licking the head, lapping at it like an ice cream cone.“It’s been a long time since I’ve done.