Must be repressive, I imagine. Don’t you ever wish you could, uh, indulge in whatever you repress?” “Believe me, I do.” Hatshepsut widened her...grin and batted her eyelashes. “Come to think of it, Mikha’El, you’re actually quite comely.” She drummed her fingers onto his tunic. “I want to see what your chest looks like.” “I shall gladly oblige, Your Majesty.” Mikha’El slipped the tunic off to reveal his chiseled abdominals. “How do you like it?” Hatshepsut stroked her hands up and down his torso. "If feels so good," I managed to get out as the sensations within me began to build. "He has a very nice cock." I'm glad you're having fun," my husband said."Oh, yes," I murmured. "Fun and more. You, too!"I turned my attention back to Larry."Keep fucking me, Larry," I ordered. "It's happening. I'm going to come!" Tell me when," Larry grunted, his exertion making him breathless."Soon," I moaned. "I can feel it coming on! Don't stop. Fuck me! Oh, yes! Now!" I screamed as I felt the contractions. “Oh, don't you worry about that, young lady. I am sure this is all a little overwhelming for you.” “It is an awful lot to take in,” I agreed. “I have also had a very long day so please forgive me if I seem a little distant. What was it you were asking?” “Oh, nothing important,” he went on, “But if you don't mind me saying, your parents and school have done an excellent job in raising you. Your manners are impeccable.” I smiled and saw that Lady Helen was also smiling. She seemed pleased at. But she caught her boss recently looking down on her in a slightly different way as his eyes delved deep into her cleavage. Sexist pigs, she thought to herself as the bus chugged again pulling into a stop. Three men in their twenties got on and dropped some coins into the machine. They were mean looking, dirty and expressionless. They didn’t even seem to notice the plump brown haired Gaby behind the wheel of the bus. She dutifully issued the tickets and one man grunted what sounded like a.