30pm. On arrival at the hotel, I called to let her know I was around, she then said I should be careful so as not to let anyone know I was coming to s...e her if not we will both be killed, I wondered who this sugar dad was that could do such a thing, she said I should go through the restaurant that there is a stair which leads to the floor where her room is, I followed her instruction and I got to the room and she quickly jammed the door asking me if anyone saw me coming up to the room, I said. My rags were replaced with a nice piece of quilted armour and my leather cap became a steel skull cap. I found gold, too, in small piles which I sequestered into a pouch on my belt. I was beginning to feel a little overburdened; perhaps it was time to take a trip up to town soon.A couple of times I’d felt a small surge of energy rush into me, and when it happened, any wounds I’d taken had instantly healed themselves as if I’d drunk a potion. I assumed it had to mean I was levelling up, though I. Would you... but I'm a boy, that's for girls..." I gasp, meekly."So that you won't go tell anyone about our little threesome" she giggles. "You can't tell your friends this! It's to embarrassing!" She strokes me harder. I'm staring straight at my own cock. This beautiful girl who really only likes vanilla sex..."But what if she-" I begin, but instead of finishing the question, I orgasm. Hard. My accidental self-facial from two weeks ago had been at distance, lying back, the cum just reaching my. She didn't want Cinderella to torture herself. The second her family left, Cinderella saw a bright flash of light. And there in front of her was her fairy godmother, who actually looked about 23 instead of thousands of years old. She was wearing a sexy strapless black dress that stopped about mid-thigh. “Good evening, Cinderella. I'm your fairy godmother, Alice. I sensed you were royally pissed so I came to see if I could make it better. Anything I can do to help you?” “You could make me better.