.the street Igrew up on....pets I had as a child....oh no, oh God...he could accessanything!Abruptly he came back into view and retrieved something el...e from hiscase. A camera."Just a few for the album Rebeka" he said, a slightly mocking tone in hisvoice "now come on, look sexy, youve confided in me your fantasies aboutbeing a Betty Paige bondage model, havnt you?"And it was true, I had! But not like this!...not for real!...it was onlyever supposed to be a fantasy! I struggled against the ropes. This was how it was for a couple more lessons then the following week I had a couple of things on in the evening, some homework that had to be in and we went away for the weekend. I had twenty minutes practice before my lesson and set off with some trepidation. I can’t have been playing for more than ten minutes when Miss Edwards told me to get up and tell her how much practice I’d done. “Erm...um… I …er...three nights,” I lied. “Right,” she said, “I was going to give you 3 strokes as it is. I did not wait for permission or instructions; it was as if I had preformed this service all the time. I squirted more oil on my palms, and began to spread it across both palms. I moved my hands slowly and seductively so she could see that the oil and my hands would be warm by the time I began the rest of the massage. I started near her knees and slowly moved up her thighs. I paused a second to drink in the beauty of this beautiful woman, her skin was so smooth, supple, and warm to the. It seemed if little had changed in the room since then; the same gilded, brocaded, and uncomfortable, chairs designed by Mister Chippendale, and a bevy of seemingly moribund senior officers waiting to see the Commander in Chief — possibly the self-same officers. Of course, some things had changed between times. His Britannic Majesty was now King George IV rather than King George III, and the ADC who called out my name was a different ensign than the one in 1816.“Major Greenway. His Royal.