F. Bernard Thompson not a scion of some well-established Tory family, no, not at all, although he liked to pose as such. He was unnecessarily ashamed ...f his trailer-park background and went overboard trying to conceal it, thus the shelves full of books he'd never read, the collection of classical CD's he'd never listened to, the wine cellar full of expensive bottles that he couldn't tell from plonk, and so on and so on. He despised his job. He hated being the minion of bankers, and his days at. .. I’m sorry, I can't...' 'Please, Princess. Say it! Anything!' She was so desperate, yet so noble, kept her composure beautifully, despite her torment. She was definitely royalty. I decided to help her in any way I could. 'You are such a good man, such a pure spirit that I... I can't say it. Can't say it aloud... I'll whisper.' And I put my ear close to the pumpkin's roughly-hewn mouth. I was shocked, horrified by her words. I'd read lots of fairy stories, knew all the twists, but had never. Actually our first fuck came 2 days after the first blowjob. We were in the bed nude and we were making out and I begged him to fuck me in the ass. As we kissed he greased his finger in Vaseline and inserted it into my rectum. When I was comfortable with that he inserted a second finger. We kissed and he finger fucked me until I was maddened with sex desire and I begged for his cock in my ass. He kept telling me no, that he was too big for me, and I kept begging him to fuck me.He laid me back. I'm... I'm difficult to train. You said it yourself. I was a challenge. Those were your exact words. So why wouldn't you test me? It makes sense. And if that's the case, master, I don't want to fail this test."Roquan suddenly found himself admiring the girl. That was far more logical thinking than he expected from his slaves. Not that his slaves were stupid. He loathed taking Captives that were less than average in intelligence. But their thought processes were not geared towards it. It.