However, Venetia’s order was executed immediately. The pulleys clanked and, now gasping and crying out, Xena was suspended once more. The agonising ...strain on her muscles was renewed. She began to sob softly as she watched the purple-clad figure rise from the throne and leave the chamber once more. No one could have been more aware than Xena that it was this Princess Venetia who would decree how long she would remain hanging in her chains. Bitter despair filled Xena. Was she going to be made to. Herespected that. He asked if I wanted another drink on him. I declined,but said that he could acompany me on a little walk out, for some freshair. He would love that he said. I put my uniformjacket on, and we wentout.He was very polite, offering me his arm, I accepted. His name wasKenneth, 24 years old, he was at destoyers, asked me my job at Navy. Icould not tell him, I explained. He, very politely, didn?t persued thesubject any more.We passed by a pub, and he invited me inside for a. Is that goin’ to be a deal breaker for us?”“You mean like when you were playing with your daughter’s tits, that sort of fooling around?” Hell, this was sounding more interesting all the time.“Uh huh,” she answered and blushed in a real enticing sort of way. However, there is times when we get a little more personal.”I could feel a shit-eating grin on my face as I asked, “How much is a little more personal?”“Well, we sort of like to...” Merry’s voice trailed off.“Sometimes we like to go. Thump, thump, thump, squelch, squelch, squelch. They both continued. Thump, squelch, thump, squelch. She saw he was red in the face, he saw she was red. Two hard nipples momentarily pressed against the glass. They both groaned. Thump, thump, squelch, squelch, thump, thump, squelch, squelch. She was lubricating furiously now, her left hand was almost as wet as the fingers inside her. Fingertips strummed her g-spot and she convulsed, placing her other hand against the glass to steady herself so.