<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 awoke with a groan. She felt every part of her lower body as if she was on fire. Damn, Sintrina had given her the best and some more all evening and half of the night until Deanna had passed out after one more desperate orgasm. She still felt totally satisfied and full. Something wasn't as it should be, her ass was hurting like hell and she lifted her hand - or at least she tried to lift her hand, as it moved no inch. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around in horror. Her arms were fixed to the top of the bed and she couldn't move them. She tried to roll to the side and she realised that her legs were spread-eagled to the lower part of the bed. And the little movement she could make told her that there was something big in her ass and the memory returned to the looks the Queen had given a large anal plug on the bed. She didn't place that inside her after she passed out? Or did she?<br/><br/>Deanna looked around and she could see the silhouette of Sintrina sitting on a chair near the window. She wet her lips and her voice came out a little bit croaky, probably a result of all the screams she had cried out yesterday.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Good morning, my Queen. Is it coincidence that I am tied to this bed or have I deserved that punishment?“</span><br/><br/>She tried to be polite although she had no idea how the Queen would react to her presence this morning. They had a lotf of fun yesterday together, but today was a new day and who said, that she wouldn't call for her head today?</div>