<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna watched Sintrina walk over to her. It was the first time Deanna realised that Sintrina walked like a leopard. Gracious but with a hidden danger behind it. Nevertheless she was glad when the restraints were off and she could rub her sore ankles. The anal plug pressed hard in her body and with a loud moan she pulled it out and look at its size in amazement. This thing was really huge and it had been in her ass for how long? She had not the slightest idea.<br/><br/>Sintrina looked somehow desperate and forlorn and Deanna edged closer to her and put her arm around her shoulder.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Troubles, my Queen? Don't worry about your daughter, she will be fine. Kira will take good care of her and bring her back safely. My daughter knows her profession probably better than I do...although...“</span><br/><br/>Deanna stopped when that strange mixture of fear and anxiety got the best of her again. Would she be able to control Kira? She had always loved the girl, but yesterday - she had felt so afraid of her. Was Kira still her little angel or was she a monster Deanna had created. She had no idea, but somehow she feared the return of her. Maybe she should confine in the Queen in her fears. She may need her help in this matter...</div>