I followed the ladies like a good servant. They lead me back towardPrincess Katherine's apartments. Once there I stopped at her door. Iknew that it...was not correct etiquette for a male to enter a female'sapartment. My father had taught me that.I heard from inside the room, "Where are you messenger? We are waitingfor you." But it is not proper that a boy enter your room's milady," I said."How are you going to deliver my messages if you never enter other ladiesrooms to tell them you silly. But Twelve, you’d just feel so odd there. No fashions to follow. And you look so divine at the moment. What a cute beret!’ Innocence was dressed in just shorts and a tee-shirt. Twelve had had no success at all in persuading her to shave off any more hair than that which she was already taking off her legs and her armpits. She also had no success in persuading her to wear one of her older thongs or even to show her breasts. Innocence was (let’s face it!) rather dull really. However, it was clear. Rod went downstairs holding the towel against his nakedness to answer the door. “We’re running a bit late,” he told him. Rod grabbed her clothes from the stand and went upstairs with John in tow. There was a bemused look on his face when he saw Marie standing in Rod’s bedroom drying her naked body. Rod had seen that look before having cuckolded a number of husbands in the past. His sadistic streak was not just reserved for BDSM for he also got quite a kick out of humiliating husbands. He liked. Tamara remembered how good, yet frustrating it had been when she masturbated her own asshole. She knew that the makeshift dildo she had used had not been long enough nor thick enough to satisfy her anal cravings.But that wasn't going to be a problem this time around.Larry's prick was more than long enough, and more than thick enough to do the job.She knew that she would get the raw anal pleasure from the ass fuck that she had been seeking all day long.Larry moved so that he was sitting on his.