“Do you love him?” Mistress Gloria asked.Holly nodded her head up and down vigorously.“Use your words, slave,” Mistress Gloria said firmly. �...Do you love weird worm?”“Yes, Mistress Gloria,” holly replied, “I love weird worm.”“And you,” she said, pointing at me, “do you love slave holly?”“Yes, Mistress Gloria,” I almost shouted.“There’s one more thing,” Mistress Gloria said and then pointed down at the floor in front of her feet.I didn’t know what she wanted, but holly dropped to her knees and. My god, this guy is really sweet. He was crying. He must be really really loving his wife. I went and sat next to him and started to rub my hand on his thighs. I slowly took his cock in my hand and started to give him a handjob. His tears were reduced. He looked into my eyes and pushed me on the bed.My legs were hanging down and he lay next to me. He started to kiss me. We got carried away with a good deep french kiss chewing each other’s lips. His hand pressing on top of my boobs. I also got a. Lyonel stood up and toured his room. Although he also inherited the memories and knowledge of the prince, it never hurt to get himself more familiar with his surroundings. The room was lavishly decorated, befitting the royal heir. His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish wine and a list his previous self had been working on late last night. On the left of his bed the open balcony door blew a soft breeze. This is something I keep to myself. I am sorry I forgot to take that envelope out.” I said looking downwards, avoiding her eyes.“Nonsense. This is, till now, the best work I've seen in your portfolio. You should be proud of yourself being such a great model!”“Isn't it pornographic?” I asked quietly, gaining the courage to look her straight in the eyes.“Definitely not! Sex is beautiful. If the human race was smart and not full of shit, we wouldn't hide when we have sex. Good sex brings.