“But nothing. Off with your clothes and then you may get me my coffee.”Kathleen shrugged her shoulders in defeat. Why did she always give in to Ma...ge so easily? She had no backbone these days. Reluctantly, she removed her blouse and draped it over the back of a chair. Then she slid her skirt down her legs and placed it on the chair. She turned to get the coffee but was stopped short by Marge.“Aren’t you missing something?”“Please, Marge.”“All of it,” instructed Marge, sternly. Reluctantly,. The current system might not be the one I would prefer but I have no interest in hastening its demise without the prospect of a better one." Very good. As I said, my Office exists to promote genetic variety in the royal family. We do this by trying to ensure that our royals fuck the right people or, at least, that they fuck the right people when it comes to the matter of producing heirs to titles. Who they fuck for amusement is no concern of ours, thank goodness! The genetic management of royal. As she sipped her tea I sat down next to her and put my arm around her to console her, she smiled and thanked me. As she talked more she started to cry, I got some tissue and was wiping her tears away when she said "You're so kind", with that I looked and saw she'd slightly parted her legs as she sat, I could see her bare thigh from where her sari had come apart.She wiped away her tears and as I reached over to take the tissues from her her eyes met mine, she smiled as I tipped up her chin and. That's when I thought. "uh oh". He turned off the shower and got out. "Why the fuck are you in here!" He screamed at me. He looked so hot when he's mad. Oh my god. He angrily walked towards me as I was speechless. He picked me up which made me make a noise. He was taller and stronger than me. I was somewhat sweet and innocent. He wasn't. He threw me on his single bed, and left the music on , on his playlist of dirty music. "Wh-what do you want from me!" I screamed as it looked like he was about.