Aggy, go do something useful; talk with Trudie." She smiled at them and shooed them off.Then, with an almost visible stiffening, her voice hardened,"S...bedar Major Barati Norgay! A word, please! Walk with me!"Barati had automatically braced to attention, raising slight smiles on several troopers' lips, and he had blanched; still it was without hesitation that he fell in beside the Sovereign's left side and accompanied her through the grounds."You wont tell me what that's all about, will you?". I saw training equipment and, this peaked mypersonal perveted interest, a massage table...This was not you dinky portable table but a real solid professional massage table. It took two big guys alot of time to squeeze that thing into the house.My fantasy started getting the best of me and I could see myself laying on the table getting a softmassage. First my shoulders and my neck and then progressing slowly to my lower back. The forcedown pushing my pelvis agains the table. Soft gentle hands. But I did manage a “Hmmmmmmm.” as he fucked my face. I think back on all the times I sat in boring business meetings back in my twenties when I was first starting to climb the corporate ladder.I was kind of shy about expressing myself back then. Didn’t want to do anything that might seem unprofessional or cast me in a bad light, especially with the men that I worked with. I just didn’t think they’d take me seriously if they saw me just as a piece of meat with a tight little pink pussy. I guess. Over the next couple of weeks I would introduce the idea that someone was watching us into our lovemaking, saying there was someone at the window, in the wardrobe etc. She told me to keep my sick fantasies to myself but also noticed that she would get more excited and animated when I did this. once when on her bed I was kneeling with her head between my knees as she wanked me into her mouth, when I took hold of an hairbrush that was on her bedside table and inserted the handle in to her soaking.