“Oh, Albert! You’re really hard!”"I'm sorry, Your Highness," I said as I gritted my teeth at the touch of her hand on my raging hard-on. I fough... the urge to put my hand on her head and pull her lips to it.But I didn't have to. Isabella leaned forward and rubbed her lips and cheek on it. I lost all control and put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips against it. I knew it was wrong. I knew I was about to get fired, if not imprisoned for getting familiar with the Queen. I was. As we talked, I kept thinking how Janice had the most pleasant voice, beautiful hair, smile, gorgeous eyes and the softest and most delicate of hands. My head soon began to swim with fantasies of having those hands sliding into my pants and stroking my engorged cock as I slowly inched my own hand up her thigh to explore her wet pussy. Well, despite my fantasies, and maybe hers as well, nothing sexual happened between us that night. I really wanted to see her again so after a tender embrace and. Think about it. You may change your mind.’Was this simply prescient Teresa again? It was almost as though she knew me better than I knew myself. Because just before the end of my visit , I found the courage to articulate a fantasy that had formed in my mind and wouldn’t go away. ‘Remember our conversation about Helping Hands?’‘Have you changed your mind?’ Clever, direct Teresa again.‘Not exactly. But I’ve been think about your offer – making your self scarce.’‘That still goes.’‘But … suppose –. He looked up out his windows. He had a corner room of the house, with large windows he wasn't allowed to close. Yesterday they allowed him to close his blinds, but it didn't matter, everyone heard everything. Then it mattered and he was suddenly more humiliated because his mom opened the blinds on both walls, one to his right and the other right across the foot of his bed. A pair of cute emo girls, Freya and Phoebe, smiled unblinkingly at him he faced a corner of his room took his urine soaked.