“Fuck nice arse” she mumbled, “Oh I see sir how you tuck it in to hold it” she sighed and I could feel her fingers on the tuck trying to secur... it better, “Here sir, let me help a bit” as she twisted it a bit tighter and all she achieved really was raising the hem a bit more, “Yummy arse” she mumbled as I felt her fingers running across my butt cheeks, “So soft to touch sir, are you sure you don’t mind?” she asked as my cock throbbed harder. “Mmm arse”.I felt her fingers feeling around the hem. She straightens, the gold of her blouse shows beneath the crimson gown, and slides the garter over the point of my lance. I touch the fingertips of my chain-mailed glove to my forehead then to my lips without taking my eyes off hers. Anxious for the charge, my warhorse struggles under the weight of his armor, steps and snorts his bulging eyes bright with expectation. I slide on my steeled helmet and look once more into my Lady’s eyes before closing my visor and wheeling my horse towards the. “No way.” I exclaimed.“The water is warm! It’s so clear!” She shrieked as the water hit her knee.I walked towards the steps and noticed something on the ground.“It can’t be. No way.” I repeated, leaning down and picking it up.It was the flashlight that I had left behind, all those years ago.This was the grotto that Brad had mentioned. I had found it so many years ago but never knew how to actually get into it. I’d given up looking for it long ago and had basically forgotten its existence.“This. ”“Thank you, Your Highness,” Lucretia mumbled.“I wish you would simply call me Joseph,” the king said. “You are the last one that insists upon calling me anything different. I believe Julia would gag if she tried to get ‘Your Highness’ to pass her lips.”Lucretia smiled in spite of herself.“There,” Joseph said, returning the smile. “That is the smile I’ve often seen directed at others. Tell me, did you enjoy your trip to Larchman?”Lucretia gulped and immediately lost her smile. She simply.