Princess Arabella was a slim twenty-year-old, roughly five-foot-five-inches tall, with fair skin as smooth as a baby's bottom, soft blue eyes, and lon... blonde hair she kept in a braid down the middle of her back to her tailbone."You are the one that everyone is talking about - the new one to our castle," Yes, Your Highness." So what do they call you, sir?" Oh, I'm sorry... David Simmons, Your Highness. My name is David Simmons." "Well, it's nice to meet you, David Simmons." Then Princess. " Don't worry you'll get plenty of cock before the weekend is out, rightnow I'm going to show you off and we're going to do a little gambling."After our drinks arrive he rises and leads me to a blackjack table. Iexplain vehemently that I am not a blackjack player and it would be amistake for me to play. Yet we take up seats, he puts out his playerscard and money for chips. We start playing, and losing, as I don't knowall the correct moves in the game. I start getting looks from a manacross. "Doing our bit for charity Marilyn, helping our African cousins."The corridor was an illusion, the back wall was itself a series of doors which closed the corridor off into a series of four cubicles each accessed from the main room of "The Warehouse" by an individual door.I closed the doors behind her, "In a moment I shall open the doors and for the next hour you will be available for our young black gentlemen to use as they please, think of it as charity work." But, no please you can't!" she. She all of a sudden climbed astride me. I put my hand om her breast and kneaded them. They were so smooth and surprising quite tight but soft to touch. She was really on heat. She quickly pulled of her top and was now completely nude sitting on me. I could feel my pyjamas were getting wet and I thought that I was leaking -which I was but it was more of her fluid falling on my pyjamas. She then held up her breast to my mouth and said "Suck them, please" She had about a half inch tit seated on a.