“Yes Sir I am” she said with a grin. “May I kiss you Sir?” She asked. “No” I replied. “Not yet” Susan’s smile turned to a pout her...shoulders drooped slightly. I raised my eyebrows and she immediately squared her shoulders again. “You might want to check the offices first just to make sure we are alone” I said. With that said Susan’s smile came back and she started to move down the hallway but stopped and went right back into position. “I am sorry Sir may I go and check offices now?” She. “I could discuss it with her.”“No, good sir, she is not here either,” I explained. Suddenly, he pushed his way through the door.“Monsieur Louvel!” I shouted, “You are not welcome! You must leave at once!”“I am sorry, my Lady,” he said, trying to quiet me. “I am here under false pretenses. My master, Jacques le Gris, has sent me to find out if you are alone.”“What?” I asked in shock. “Why would Squire Le Gris concern himself with such a thing? Please, leave at once.”“My master is outside,”. The next morning Mom called me for breakfast. She looked like hell and was dragging around the kitchen but neither one of us said anything about the night before. Mom started going out three of four times a week and always bringing home men for the same kind of night. She was always drunk and loud and I always rubbed myself to completion while listening to her get fucked in every way your could think of. More and more often the guy or guys would be black. I heard her say that blacks usually. She wasa little boy called....well, that's not a subject Hannah likes to talkabout any more. Her parents had always gently tried to steer hertowards boys" toys but couldn't help noticing that she played farbetter when visiting their friends who had daughters. They reassuredthemselves that it was just a phase she was going through."You've got to put this one on!" demanded Charlotte, her host, alsofive years old but, for some reason, dressed as a knight in armour. "Ineed a princess to.