Now i may be a princess by title but i was no saint. I ordered her to wash me, she was used to it by now but i’d always throw in a little surprise t... catch her off guard every-time. She took the sponge and starting rubbing my back applying a bit of pressure, as she did that I quietly as possible let out a small few moans, i looked down at my naked body, my nipples were hard and pink, i played with my left nipple running it in between my finger, pinching it and i could feel some butterflies in. Just as she peeled her clothes off, I turned on a bedside light. I asked her if anything happened. She had the glow of a freshly fucked woman and a very smug satisfied smile on her face. Our eyes met for a moment, and she defiantly threw her purse in a chair and shrugged her shoulders, one big breast almost out of her dress because the strap was broken, her hair a mess. Her tits were a little red and her nipples were still hard. Her lipstick was smudged, she had love bites on her neck, and. Rob is sitting at the end of the big room, watching TV, and smiles at me. He flicks the TV off, and stands, walking towards me. He greets me like we've known each other for years, kissing each cheek. He tells me how beautiful I am, more so than the pictures I showed him. He too is good looking, and I tell him so. It’s cute because he blushes, but he did tell me he was the shy type. We fall into an easy conversation, just like we do online. We wait for about thirty minutes before we hear the. .. anything." Hardly," I said with a laugh. "Would you like to meet her?" Her? Your protector is a girl?" You got a problem with that?" Jamie asked, stepping out.Spring's jaw dropped as Jamie seemingly flowed out of me. I could sort of understand why, considering how Jamie was dressed: She looked like Walter in spike heels – fitted out head to toe in soft black leather, with a spiked collar, belt, and half-gloves, and a big-ass sword strapped to her back. She looked like she could walk into a.