<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 followed Isolde's interrogation of the guard nervously. This could turn out really bad for her, but Isolde surprised her. She had never seen the Shadow so understanding. But when she grabbed Sandra's breasts, Deanna understood. Isolde wasn't able to resist the exotic slaves either. Deanna felt how her center got hot again. <br/><br/>She watched Sintrina leaving, but the Queen stopped at the door, pondering. Deanna walked over to the Queen and put her hand on her arm. She had always found the Queen a very erotic person. Not the erotic of power, but the erotic of beauty. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„You really want to leave, my Queen? I would be very happy if you stay with me...or if I can keep you company somewhere else...“</span> Deanna kept her eyes lowered, but it was quite obvious that she was horny.</div>