As the King led him down the stairs Sir Gray says to him, "So I gettransformed into a woman and now you send me off to get kidnapped andshe's worried ...bout the linens in Vincent's chambers!"Right away Sir Gray noticed the stone was rough and cold against hissuddenly small, soft feet. His limbs seemed so weak, yet he swayed withan odd grace as he walked, as if he was gliding on an icy surface of awinter pond."Sir Gray gather your wits, Knight. Your ordeal is just beginning," theking said. She has trained me well and knows I never cum by her doing this. That this is merely a prelude to our passionate lovemaking. Slowly she pulls her mouth from my cock, placing one last kiss on the spit slick head. She stands and comes to the head of the bed. Sliding over I know it is my turn to return the favor. Climbing up onto the bed she straddles my shoulders her neatly trimmed muff just inches from my face. I inhale deeply, taking in her sweet perfume mixed with female musk. Slowly I raise. With a flag, maybe your undisciplined troops might think twice the next time. Then I need directions to your nearest medical facility, I've got some rescued young ladies of quality that have been out in cold for much too long that need hot food and some even hotter baths. Oh, and a couple of cigars and bottle of something stimulating would also do, if you can manage those!" He could. The whisky was Canadian but entirely adequate and I let Miranda have a swig (and one of the cigars) and I took. Again I was on the verge of passing out when she again changed motions. Alternating her fists and arms she came at me like opposing sides of a locomotive. In my ass, out of my pussy. In my pussy and out of my ass. Chuga, chuga, chuga, chuga. My crotch felt like the punching bag that boxer use as right, left, right, left entered and left me. My body jerked with each invasion and continued to come until it finally happened.I faded into a world of gray, then black.Reality returned as it always.