John Dymoke had the words of the challenge written down on a sheet of paper which he had with him all day, and would go about his duties muttering to ...imself, memorising the exact wording of the challenge.‘If any person, of whatever degree soever, high or low, shall deny or gainsay our Sovereign Lord George, King of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, son and next heir unto our Sovereign Lord the last King deceased, to be the right heir to the imperial Crown. " Emma felt her eyes on her body as the robe slipped away and she found it difficult to walk without anything to do with her hands. She turned quickly and almost ran back to the sofa. Dolores offered her the robe. "Young lady, you are very lovely." she said, helping Emma to tie the belt. "I just want to make sure your infection has all gone, OK?" asked Dolores.Emma nodded, her smile disppearing slowly. "Sit on the sofa. you can keep the robe on if you like" Dolores squatted in front of Emma,. I don’t know what was coming over me as I rubbed her stiff bullets but I knew what would be ‘cumming’ over her if she carried on pushing her arse into my groin.“It’s ok to cuddle son” she sighed softly and I was struggling with my hormones as my cock pressed firmly against her butt crack, did she want me to fuck her? This was such a weird feeling and I tried to adjust my position but somehow managed to make it worse as my cock was now right between her legs, I could feel her hairs pressing. "Ahh, finally, the truth. None of it matters - it's empty baggage, a burden you needn't bear. Here, to be free of it is a simple choice - your choice - no one else's."He moved closer, finally edging the head of his cock just inside her. He waited until her cunt tightened around it, then went deeper, filling her slowly with inch after inch of rigid flesh. Each time with him was as if she was taken by a new lover, the unyielding girth of his sex stretching her, then the solid presence filling her.