<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Lax on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/lax/</link><description>Recent content in Lax on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/lax/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Special Delivery 8: Tables Turning!</title><link>/stories/2006/03/30/special-delivery-8-tables-turning/</link><pubDate>Thu, 30 Mar 2006 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2006/03/30/special-delivery-8-tables-turning/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="special_delivery7.html"&gt;part 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 8: Tables Turning!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Although she knew that he was now asleep, she quite enjoyed her position,
but she withdrew, unsnapping her collar and then pulling out her sweaty
head. She then pulled off his slave pants and tucked his cock and balls
back in his suit. There was much to do!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She thought he looked quite cute, lying there in his deep sleep, his
handsome face, what she could see of it, in repose. She decided it was time
to see his face; an unmasking was needed. She wanted to look at her captor,
and she pulled off his mask. Well, he was really very handsome;  she
didn’t expect an ogre but he would turn heads, that’s for sure. He had
mousy short hair, high cheekbones, no jowls and a faint beard line, a little
androgynous, but very sexy. So what was the problem?&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>