Oh, and Cade?’ ‘Bro?’ ‘She’s gorgeous.’ ‘Great. So, you’re going to be off finding yourself and I have to fight off a gorgeous woman w...o wants our company who I can’t touch. That’s perfect.’ ‘I didn’t say you can’t touch her. I said she can’t have our company.’ ‘So, how do you plan to pull off this whole Prince and the pauper thing anyway? It’s not like you haven’t been all over the papers.’ ‘I’m thinking of heading to small-town USA and writing a book. Someplace I’m not likely to be. .. I'll use the panties on her ... I'll bring her to you ... oh God, no... no!"She fell forward and collapsed on the floor, gasping into the carpet as the panties quiesced, leaving her on a plateau from which she only slowly retreated. She buried her face in the carpet, letting out a ragged sigh which became a single sob.She felt her Mistress touch her shoulder and slide a hand slowly down her back. She shivered, her pussy swimming in moisture. She gasped in both need and desperation as. He had good connections with people who had the resources, even though he wasn't well off himself. He got around, was a roamer, and quite knowledgeable with his arts. She attempt to straighten herself in her office, to give her a few moments without feeling rushed. She sat back in the oversize chair trying to own it, being the boss and all. She had to show this man that she was worth the trouble of investing his time in. She waited. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. Fifteen. She was getting. I could see in her face that she was re-grouping her thoughts because she didn’t get the answer she thought she was going to get. “What I want to know is, why are you masturbating when you have a wife and can get relief just about whenever you want?” “Well…. I’ll tell you why…” I said. I picked up the porno magazine I was looking at and held it up, showing my wife pics of women sucking cock and eating cum. Now it was my time to stun her. She stood there, silent for about 30 seconds. “You.