Judging from the size of her house and the neighborhood, Kevin thought the Davis’ had been quite successful. He didn’t remember Becky Davis by nam... but he remembered her when she opened the door because of her looks.She was a tall, statuesque blonde, with short hair and a slim figure. Age wise, she was somewhere in her middle fifties which was considerably younger than her deceased husband. He followed her into her house noticing her fine backside in the tight white slacks she was wearing. He. "As Knights of the realm we must have all of you dressed as is your station." Sighing Bill shook his head. "At present there isn't much for you but soon there will be. I am hoping that all of you are able to train many to protect the kingdom." "Yes sire, we will start as soon as possible." Roth replied. "Though sire, with the knight's by your side shouldn't you go through with the coronation?" Bill could only sigh, everyone was so eager to make him a moving target! "I will take that into. His radio crackled and a dispatcher briskly said something that I didn’t catch. He responded to her with a number. He then asked me if I had anything in my pockets that would stick or hurt him. I told him, “I don’t even have any pockets.” I shouldn’t have used such a sassy tone with him. That was a mistake. “This dress better not get dirty in this little dust up,” I thought. He explained that he had to check for weapons as a matter of procedure. He started at my socks. Of course he had to start. Each time her arse made contact with the floor of the tub, she felt a sting of pain instantly. She felt something else. Mary felt an itching in her womanhood, something burning inside. She started by massaging her breasts and it felt good. This gave her the comfort to settle into the tub. She played with her nipples and closed her eyes and the pain in her ass went away. Her hand slid down the front of her abdomen, and slipped between her inner thigh, and she let her fingers flirt around. Mary.