She just looked into my eyes and put her head down and hugged me tight and after a pause nodded her head. This was a good enough signal for me. I was ...unning my hand all over her body, she was wearing a T shirt and track bottoms.Within no time I had my hand inside her T shirt and one hand inside her track pants. Like always she was not wearing a Bra and nor did she have any panties. My hands were all over her back and with one stroke I took off her T short to expose the most beautiful Tits I. " Good, now stay there for a moment, I have something to take care of."Mistress Mandy slid back around the table, got up and went to the bar,the bartender had already locked up at her command and she was justchecking to make sure the hidden camera was focused correctly to capturethe entirety of these moments, she wanted me to be able to see it all.She sat back down next to me, and began anew with her hypnotic assault."Now you can say no to anything you want, but you want to serve me." Yes. There was no political power associated with the hereditary title and there hadn't been for over seventy years. And now the bastards were threatening to dispose of what little value in the title still remained. Over a thousand years of glorious tradition was to be swept aside. A tradition older than England itself. And all because of the unfinished business of the dissolution of the United Kingdom.It could have been so different if that idiot Princess Rachel hadn't made such a mess of her. But…’ ‘Yes, but… I’m colored.’ ‘No, that isn’t it. I didn’t want you to think I offered you the opportunity just so I could sleep with you. I didn’t want you to think I was the same as…’ ‘Almost every other man with the opportunity?’ ‘Yes. So many times, I dreamed of coming into your room and making love to you. I tried my best to hide my feelings for you. There was no way for me to know what you were thinking and, yes, the color issue was there but it was way in the back. ‘I wanted you with me.