. and my boyfriend as well, ma’am.”“You have a boyfriend? This is new. You never mentioned this before, Prudence.”“He is new, ma’am. His n...me is Reginald Robertson, and he is a whiz at most subjects. He is a great teacher. He makes it easy to understand some of the more difficult aspects.”“Robertson? I don’t recall a Robertson on the staff roll.”“Oh, he is not staff, ma’am. He is one of the students. You might have heard him mentioned as ‘Lonesome Reg’.”“Oh, that boy? The lecturers were worried. Go on,”“Any decisions yet?”“Oh yes, I’ll do it, small fee, just for you madam. Just joking.”“Excellent Derek. Come up to the house, have a coffee and we can talk details. Tomorrow at nine?”After agreeing and consolidating the whereabouts of ‘the house’ which I knew plus the coded tradesmen’s entrance she rang off a little abruptly. I didn’t need payment knowing I would be entertained royally, if you get my drift and two hours out of my day, one a month? ... well!She certainly had a nice pad.. And, once word spread through the city about what had happened, Bartle and his meager army was welcomed by the common people as liberators.That night was a city-wide celebration. Bartle had his men open the bulging stores reserved for Santini and distribute food and drink. Santini’s men switched alliances and listened to stories from Bartle’s men about how fairly and respected they were treated. Santini’s commanders were locked away in irons to be considered separately another day. The great. Not rock hard but definitely on its way. I slid his slacks down his legs and he once again he lifted his legs so I could remove his pants. Again, I took them to the closet and carefully folded them over a hanger. I eagerly returned to my sex slave. He was wearing a pair of tight, short boxers that showed off his package to perfection. I ran my hands up and down his muscular thighs forcing myself to stop just short of caressing his package. I could see that my soft touches were having the.