A door behind the desk opened and we moved through it. Wow what a change. Outside the door, we were in this dumpy office. Inside the door, we are i... a luxurious reception area. The reception area makes me think of a fine restaurant. The tables seat 10 or 12 people and are covered in luxurious linen table cloths. The place settings are fine china. The silverware is gold accented sterling. There is a large bar on one wall, and a stage on another wall. There is a long hallway that leads. I struggled hard resisting his pawing as best I could. His hands circling my breast & buttocks rythmically.“Hold still you little fucker”.Rough fingers began to grind at my clitorous through my silky skirt.I couldn’t help but respond to his touch. The combined feeling of total helplessness & stimulation was overwhelming. My eyes rolled, I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as I rolled my hips against the pressure of his hand.“Look at this dirty little slut. Even when she’s tied down she’s. Lyonel stood up and toured his room. Although he also inherited the memories and knowledge of the prince, it never hurt to get himself more familiar with his surroundings. The room was lavishly decorated, befitting the royal heir. His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish wine and a list his previous self had been working on late last night. On the left of his bed the open balcony door blew a soft breeze. She retorted with a laugh, “if you find me a pair of flats, I’ll show you.” So I ran out to my wife’s car and grabbed her gym bag, as I was opening it up I had a 50/50 chance of success, and success I had, her fucking Sam & Libby flats were in the bag! My wife must have worn them to work and when she went to the gym put them in the bag.I walked back into the McDonalds and over to our table, I had the flats by the back of the heels and showed them off. Kayla smiled and started to undo the strap.