It had been a good day so far, he thought. He'd talked with his parents and they were coming East for Christmas, along with a couple of his siblings. ...e hoped Ryan would have a chance to meet them. They hadn't talked much about it yet, but he assumed she'd be spending the day with her family. Still, with his family staying for a few days and coming to a game, there should be time for everyone to meet. "Hey, Langer, big plans for tonight?" Bax called from across the room. "Don't know yet." He. My hands now massaging the whole of your back, from the top of shoulders to the base of your cheeks. Reaching around you I find your beautiful breasts swaying your nipples getting more sensitive with every touch. I notice you are watching yourself almost as in a dream in the mirror as two people explore each other with no taboos or judgment. My eyes transfixed on yours in the mirror, I see your hand rubbing your lips and clit and then move down to my balls. As our pace quickens, you move off. ”“I’ll need an escort to go there. Not a royal escort – I’d like this to remain quiet, please. A carriage or something might be best, with only a small handful of soldiers. Is there a non-descript carriage that I can use?”He kept nodding eagerly. “A covered cart, I think, would be less conspicuous. Right away, your Highness. I will ask the guard captain – no one will notice some city guards leaving the palace, and if you keep your armour on and wear a cloak, no one will recognise you,. “I wanted to touch myself,” shesaid, “but I was on the job, and I thought I should getmy employer’s permission.” She paused expectantly. Imanaged to stammer out, “Sure, Carol. You may touchyourself.”She pushed the door shut, heard the lock click, slippedout of her panties, and then swung her leg back up onthe chair — she was going to give me a show.Determined to enjoy it to the fullest, I sunk to myknees, so that my eyes were at cunt level. She.