"The Russian revolutionaries killed the czar and his ministers; I made the would-be king kneel, and tell the truth about his court. The reporters whis...ered our words to every ear and no one noticed there were no secrets to tell about me.I invented deception, but the children did me one better by learning to lie to themselves.No father has ever been more proud.Anastasia screamed in vainThe arms of the would-be king's wife moved around my waist. The horn between my legs rose majestically. Her. My friend, Baron, who is into this lifestyle also, is hosting a party with his slaves next Friday night. There will be many things going on at this party tonight. Many of the BDSM things that we have talked about and the fetish stuff too. It would be a great learning experience for you. I have told him about you and he has invited us. Would you like to go?”Nervously she asked, “What will I have to do there?”Noting the quiver in her voice, he calmly told her, “Nothing you don’t want to. At this. Jun's class.“Neil, you're late,” she said. “It was seven minutes after the hour.”“Sorry,” I said. “Lacy needed her cum.”Mrs. Jun studied me. A Korean teacher, she had that delicate, porcelain face of the Far East, her lips pursed tight. Her eyes were a dark brown and lashes lush. She wore a sleeveless blouse and a dark skirt, her beige pantyhose clinging to her lush calves. She was short and petite.“Well, I suppose I can forgive your tardiness,” she said as she advanced on her heels, “if you. Don’t take it out yet. Leave it there. Wear your dress, take the pouch and the lock and head to the beach. Of course, I would like you to wear your wedges, but I will leave it up to you. Don’t worry, you won’t have to put them in that tiny bag. Speaking about that, I don’t think wearing a bra would be a great idea, since it could take up some useful space in the pouch. You are going to throw away any item that doesn’t fit in the bag, so be careful. All right then. Once you are at the beach,.