‘Liz’ promised the innocent would be properly taken care of. A Royal Pardon exists for a reason, after all.Just before bed that night Linda air-po...ped to her master’s suite onboard the Lady Whisper to check on Jessie.Hey Jessie. It’s me, Linda. I’m down in my room if you have time to visit, Linda told her best friend.Less than a minute later Jessie knocked lightly, twice, on the door and entered. She rushed over to hug Linda. Jessie was overcome with emotions. She was holding onto her friend. She gets in her position, kneeling next to his chair, eyes towards the ground. She knows her place and until he lifts her head up she is not to look at him. She waits there moisture dripping down her leg, wondering will she be allowed to kiss him or look at him tonight. She can smell her own arousal as she waits for him. She is prepared to give herself completely to him tonight, body, soul, and mind. She hears the door open and senses his presence in the room; she knows he is looking her and. We appeared just inside the door and Lizzy immediately started checking out the dècor."Wow! Nice place you have here." She stroked her hand over the back of one of the couches. "I love leather. My grandmother had an old leather couch where we would sit and she would read to me. We stayed with her for a whole year when I was five. My father was deployed overseas. I lost count of the times I fell asleep on that couch. Someday, when I have a home of my own, I'm going to have a whole room just like. And suddenly she felt as if a mailed fist had hit her in the pit of her stomach! Mickey Hagen had worked young Sharla Gronsworth into such a fever pitch of excitement, that the teenage girl was now lying naked on the floor, her glassy, lust- smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Mickey was straddling her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face pressed down in her soft pubic mound below, his long wet tongue snaking out and flicking teasingly at her quivering little vaginal slit. Sharla's.