I got up and bowed to her and said, “Will her highness allow me?” and went and gave a hand. She was surprised with the move, but still held my han... and got up from the chair. I moved the chair and helped her get up. The waiter was quite happy for the 100 rupee tip and smiled wide and said, “Thank you very much sir, please visit us again maam!!!” When we walked out of the restaurant, I could observe a little curiosity and a little fear in her big black eyes, as I didn’t tell her where we are. The guards, young men with rifles and a crazed look from staring into the sun too much while thinking about God, were a decidedly unfriendly sort and weren't about to let us inside for any reason. They gave us a couple of warning shots that were a bit too close for comfort when we didn't turn around and drive away quite fast enough to suit them.Well, that was half of the job done anyway. We drove back through New Covenant and parked on the outskirts of town to stretch our legs for awhile and to. Over and over again, feeling the sting, the itch and then burn of the strength of his swats. Heat rushed over me; even more so when he reached between my legs and felt my damp pussy. Not just a touch, a scooping motion, collecting my excitement into his hand, then him rubbing it all over my face telling me to clean up my own messes. My mess was only just beginning. What started off as a playful turned into fear induced play, forced up against the wall, legs spread, face pushed into the wall,. Billy is a shy man, a stutterer, the remnant of our overbearing father. Two days later it happened again, this time clearly deliberately; I could tell that easily from the shit-eating grin on his face. It struck me that the best way to diminish his need to masturbate was to give him a better alternative: my hand instead of his own. Suffice it to say that it also abated his stuttering; when we snuggled in bed whispering sweet nothings to each other, the words flowed from him without impediment,.