I felt like I was seizing, like at any moment my heart would burst from my chest because I was dying. I’d died and gone to heaven. I wanted to ride ...his wave of euphoria forever, or at least a few more moments. And I would have if I hadn’t felt tears when I leaned down to kiss Paige’s cheek. “Paige, what’s wrong,” I reared up off her and pulled out, my cock leaving her with a slurp, and pulled her into my arms as I searched her body for injury, ” Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?” She shuddered. "The Queen doesn't have a younger brother," he said."Thus the term hypothetical," she said looking up at him."Well, I don't know really. The monarch can't become head and of thecountry and rule till they turn 18. Till then everything is ruled bycabinets and committee's with the monarch as the figure head. Ofcourse everyone kisses their ass knowing........" Clarence, you're rambling." Sorry. Twenty years old is the age when the monarch receives thepower to decree. I mean that would be my take on. When he lays the stencil down my spine I can feel my body starting to get aroused and think to myself that this is going to be a long evening. While I wait for the stencil to dry I watch him prepare the tattoo table and equipment. I've been tattooed several times before but my other tattoos are all considerably smaller and I've never been to a tattooer that was even remotely as sexy as he is. Still I enjoyed the sensations if not that much the company, pain has always turned me on and tattoos. What he had in mine was to teach me a lesson I would never forget. He was one of two males in the whole school, and almost every female lusted over him. He was tall, about 6 foot 1 and had broad shoulders, muscled arms, with a tapered waist. He had shoulder length black hair, and dark brooding eyes. Though he mostly wore his robes for his office, there were a few times that us girls saw him working out in our school gym wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His legs wore heavily muscled and many a girl.