He browseddisinterestedly through the stalls with two bodyguards in tow. He knewme well so I approached him."Prince, may I introduce a rare jewel? Thi... is my slave Robin."The Prince smiled politely. "Her hair is beautiful," he commented.I moved closer to the Prince and whispered in his ear, "She is actuallya he, sire. And as skilled a love slave as any in the land."The Prince's royal jaw dropped. He whispered back to me. "No. Thatcannot be a boy." I assure you he is, my Prince," I replied. He picked up the tray of items and we walked to a seating area. The tables were all high, with bar-stool high chairs to sit on.We talked as I carefully ate my food. We were there for a good 45 minutes before I realized how late it was. "Before we walk back you should touch up your lipstick. There's a bathroom back there, oh and don't forget which one to use Jessica." I'm actually glad he said something. Luckily it was a private bathroom, so I locked the door as I reapplied the lipstick. He was. My sister lived away and had given me a key to call in and pick things up or do some odd jobs.Pantie-Wanker Heaven!One way or another I was often there. I always arrived at around 9:30 am after everyone had left for work. Usual routine: turn off the alarm (the fact it was on when I arrived meant that I knew there was no-one at home), put the snip down on the front door lock so as not to be surprised by someone coming home early, get out my cock and balls, and start pantie-work. There’s undies. And the color set off sparks in her blonde hair. But Elly May had spent most of her time outdoors in the same get-up, and the bikini exposed a rather bizarre tan line across her belly and a "V" of tan down the valley of her breasts.Choking back her laughter, Miss Hathaway insisted the outfit was perfect and had the sales clerk wrap it up. On the way back to the Clampett's mansion, she tried to explain tan lines to Elly May, gave up, and just insisted that the girl put on her suit and get some.