A wicked smile formed on the jester's mug as he approached the pathetic pair. Suddenly the Chief scowled and the jester seeing this froze in fear. "An... since when hast thou declared your wretched self to be worthy of issuing kingly directives?" Jester, known as Francis on the outside, pointed his chin towards the floor realizing he'd gone too far in assuming the mannerisms of his superior. "I think the aire apparent shall be the one to decide the punishment to be exacted for your. " "He's fucking paying or I ain't doing it!" Sandra insisted. "Of course he's fucking paying," Al insisted. Desmond sets off up the stairs and Sandra follows, I motioned to Al and we went through to the kitchen and Al lit up a smoke; "Johnno," Sandra shouts after a bit, "He says he don't fancy me and says he'll pay twenty quid if we fuck off." Al sets off out the door and I followed him up the stairs and along to Dessie's bedroom, Sandra sat on the bed with her skirt round her waist slowly. My erection is already growing in my pants, and I’m surprised at how quickly I forgot about being too timid to walk up to this girl. We climb the two flights of stairs, and as I’m opening the door, she is standing behind me, her body pressed to mine, with her hands wandering around the front of me, chest, stomach, and lower. I turn around, leaving the key in the door, to face her. I wrap her in my arms, feeling every curve of her body as I move my hands up and down, and our mouths are meeting. A lascivious leer at my nearly naked body. Some stereotypical male reaction to a nearly naked woman.Instead, he looked at me compassionately and exclaimed, “Very good, Rebecca!”He looks very calm, very professional. That seemed to calm me and make what I’m doing slightly easier. I reached up and slowly pulled my bra off. I was watching his face. It didn’t look like his eyes ever left mine. He didn’t stare at my exposed breasts, he didn’t gasp. He didn’t even smile. And as strange as it seems I.