‘I do, and all of them involve first making contact with this woman. Cheryl. Cheryl Wynn.’‘And how do we plan on doing that?’ she asked, placi...g on leg over the other and granting me a view of the flavor of heels for today. Red and ready, I never cared about heels but I sure did now.I wondered how flexible that little package was. I bet those heels would look fantastic bent up behind those brunette locks or split with one foot on the floor and the other on this desk. Though my desk was off. ”I said to him, "Oh I am so wet and horny."Chris smiled at me with a lustful look in his eyes, saying, "Mmmm, my body is yours. Do whatever you like with it."So gently I laid him on his back on my desk and got on top of him. My hands touched his short, blonde hair and slid down to his body.I smiled at him, as I gently lowered my mouth to his cock. His hands were running through my hair.He softly said, "Ohhh yesss. Take as much of my big cock in your mouth as you can baby."Then I came back up to. Daddy ordered a pasta dish.Unconsciously, I shifted my weight and recrossed my legs. Daddy noticedand winked his approval at my deportment. "You're a natural. So, whatshould your name be?" Daddy asked after the waiter left."I don't know," I said. "Should you be involved?" Hey, I helped name you in the first place," Daddy reasoned. "Picksomething you like. I happened to choose a name that shared myinitials, but you can choose whatever you like."I thought for a while, absentmindedly munching on. As he became progressively more ill he could not deal with the responsibilities of the Duchy. His nephew Boris Hesketh took over the responsibility moderately competently, but the emperor refused to promote him to be a king. Boris died in a shuttle accident traveling to one of the estates. Ingmar Hesketh took over and began to make his life a hell. He was no longer able to have visitors and was confined to a basement cell. He believed that his staff in the Duchy were unable to deal with Hesketh.