Ernest I permitted only his nightclothes, as a further demonstration of my power.“Good sirs, be apprised of my intentions toward you, this fair town... this borough, this shire, and indeed this duchy. As the new and first Duke of Cornwall, I seek to assert the rights of this ancient land against the usurper and rebel Roger Mortimer, his lover the treacherous French Queen who turned against her own husband, and his lawless collection of followers, schemers, opportunists, mercenaries, and faithless. My good little sex slave boy who I was going to use up completely. Time for my bag of tricks. I rounded up my sex toy collection and chose the items I would start with. Then I removed my blouse and mini skirt revealing my black lace bra and matching thong style boy shorts. A rhinestone choker. hoop earrings and red lips completed my slutty entire for the afternoon. Taking my ostrich feather tickler, my riding crop, and a vibrating anal plug with lubricant I walk over to the bed. Stephen sees me. Also fix Congress, possibly Slavery won’t be as bad. The Cave is somewhere near Lake Superior we could build a medium-size summer boat of wood for the lakes I am telling you; you will want for nothing. Talk to your grandfather this week. He knows more about this and if he can, relay whatever we can do to help. You will get there in early spring which if done right you can close a house before bad weather. We could send a Bobcat to level and make a cellar for the house and barn. After enough C-4. I had fallen asleep before we could talk about that kiss. ‘Chris, we need to talk about what happened.’ I moved away from him, but we were still close. ‘It was a slip, so there’s nothing to talk about, hon. Would you feel better if I told you it won’t happen again?’ Something was telling me that it was more than just a slip. But then, what was the reason for his kissing me? We were both attracted to each other, but was there something more on his part? No, if he had an interest…what would he.