The first few times, she wore tops that revealed a fair amount of the V between her breasts and there were times when her skirt would creep up her thi...hs giving me a view that I hoped she didn't catch on to.I was growing up, thirteen now, and I was going through all that entails, wet dreams, sexual thoughts galore, erections night and day, rubbing myself almost endlessly.Then, after she had been here about ten days or so, I was just about ready to start the lawnmower, when I heard, "Oh, Chad,. I want our bodies to consume each other until we can take no more. I gently whisper in your ear: ‘Fuck me hard baby.’ You need no more words. Your purple, throbbing, rock-hard cock impales me and fills up my need. Oh fuck, you feel so good. I’ve missed you baby. You grind into me, slowly, feeling every inch of my tight, wet pussy. I watch the ecstacy of your face as you groan. Your pace quickens, but it is not enough. I want more, I cannot help myself. I groan, ‘Oh fuck me hard baby. Now.’ You. Lydia had given me carte-blanche to waste the stupid cunt, but I wasn't sure this was the best possible long term solution. I sort of liked the idea of walling her up in a tall tower in isolation to wail in misery for the rest of her life. It would certainly make a better long term example to others.Her errands done, my lovely Lady-in-Waiting, Amanda by name, returned bringing a pair of guards with her to stand by our door, to insure that we would have no interruptions. I gave one guard the. The old man had a dirty leer spread all over his face. She looked at Stone. His face had ‘don’t mes with me’ written all over it.She stammered “Would you.. would you like to… like to… to feel my... tits?”“No No. No.” Dr. Stone interrupted. “It’s ‘Would you like to feel my tits SIR?’ And while you’re at it you’d better get them out.” She began again. “Would you like to feel my tits, sir?” she mumbled as she undid her apron.“Why thank you. I’ll have a go. Lets see if that helps…” Johnston.