“You think I’m the king?”My mouth flaps open and closed several times and I make some kind of strangled sound. I’m not sure what I’m trying ...o say, but I definitely don’t say anything at all.“Ah, I suppose it’s foolish to think a mask can really hide who I am.” He chuckles softly.I feel weak at the sound.I want to kiss him.I want to run away.I want to break down and cry.“How have the crops been this year?” he asks. “I’ve heard we’re expecting a good harvest.”Ah, yes. Of course, he would never. Hopefully, I am an acceptable substitute." The looks on his face are priceless. First is a look of recognition as he hears my voice. That is followed by a look of happiness beyond my wildest hopes. "Cathy? "It's Cate, Sir. May I come in?" I am grinning like a fool behind the veil. He looks confused at first, but then realizes that this game is not entirely under his control. "Of course, Cate. Sorry, I mistook you for someone else." I step in and he closes the door. "Perhaps you were expecting. Carol sighed. "I'll admit it. I didn't like Yvonne. She was a beautiful woman and craved beautiful things, but she had no taste, no sense of personal style. She followed fads, and following fads can put you in the poor house and keep you there. I'd hoped that John would marry a woman that, with the power of love, could change him. I think Yvonne loved John at first, but the last time I saw them together, I could see no love in either of them for the other. Yvonne loved my granddaughter, though.. My cock was solid now, watching this and a male voice in my ear said, 'So, your wife looks as if she is going to enjoy this evening'. A hand then cupped one of my ass cheeks and gave a squeeze. Beside me was a tall guy in his early 30's, He was nicely built, not over muscled but still a firm body. 'I think we will both enjoy the evening'. I replied, my hand slipping to the bulge at the front of his trousers and giving his, solid, cock a feel. As my head turned to him, he brought his lips to.