About me: chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred
Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She
needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfect
for her now. She was ready, she thought of her
favorite fantasy. Torturing political prisoners in
a dungeon, that one always got her there in a
hurry. She hadn't had that pleasure for real,
for years, during the revolution was the last
time. It hadn't been long before the new
regime had put a stop to that. One of the many
things she intended to
