And dinner last night... and oh yeah, the sex.“Yeah, about that,” she starts, turning sideways to face me and flop her legs over mine. “I'm glad...we did it. I wanted to, and I figured last night, what better opportunity? Now that I know that you didn't do it, well, just to do it... I mean, this morning you didn't regret it and wanted more...” she trails off, uncharacteristically.“Yes...?”“Well, to be blunt... there's more where that came from.” She smiles.Is she offering herself for some other. Bobby, wondering who Mrs. Parker was talking to, moved quietly down the hallway toward the living room until he reached a spot where he could see into the living room but couldn’t be seen. He got the shock of his life when he saw who was with his mother’s friend and what they were doing. Mrs. Helen Parker, wearing a loose pale blue housedress that buttoned all the way down the front and had an ankle-length skirt, was standing in the living room next to a tall, balding, somewhat pudgy black man. Hewas worried about what the Queen was going to do to him. His clotheswere in tatters on his sore and battered body. He had no regrets forwhat he had done because Dawn was lovely. His only regret was that hehad been caught. Still he was wondering when the Queen was going toderive her punishment.Queen Elizabeth was discussing this very same thing with Dawn. Dawnwanted him to be recognized as a man in a dress. At first QueenElizabeth wanted to go along with this but had a brainstorm of an. We discussed our careers, current relationships, and the playtime that was about to take place.After one drink we retreated to the hotel room. Once inside he poured more wine and there was nervous chatter. First he sat down in the armchair and asked me to sit on his lap. We enjoyed more wine like this as he rubbed his hands over my body.When he was ready he lifted me out of the chair and requested that I slowly strip for him. I began to turn around but he stopped me and said to face him. I.