Will I get my midnight kiss here or there? she thought to herself.“Holly, baby...” she heard Ralph say. She mumbled something. His hands went lowe... and lower, down her back, and she flinched as he squeezed her ass. She flinched, but it felt good. She sighed and mumbled. He squeezed harder, digging his fingers into her bare ass. She felt him spread her butt cheeks apart, moving the strap of her thong, and she knew he was looking at her butthole. She giggled, instead of being upset.This went on. Positioning the ice bucket and glasses on a small table by the window, her mind was empty. He was going to thrash her for her procrastination and he was perfect.When she heard the clunk of the door mechanism, she got up, leaving behind the glossy interiors magazine she'd been flicking through while she considered how much she deserved the punishment which was coming.He'd swapped his sweatpants for tight black jeans before going out. He looked good in them and he hadn't returned empty-handed. In. She was delighted with the resulting tightness and happily groaned with pleasure. She didn’t shout out, though; that would not have been appropriate for a princess apparently. I thought her mother made plenty of noise, but whatever works for them.By the morning I had ridden her several times, frontwards, backwards, and with fingers. She regally did not complain, but I could see she moved more stiffly when she moved to the bathroom. Stiff but happy. She was, I found, particularly delighted with. ”“And cleaner.”“And you don’t even have to pay her.”“Not a single farthing.”‘They remind me a little of the Tweedles, only not nearly as pleasant,’ Alice decided, though she kept the thought to herself. ‘Nor had the Tweedles ever discussed me, at least not in my presence, so rudely!’“Bet she’s tighter, too.”“And wetter.”“Much wetter. Look at her. She’s leaking like a sieve.”“And look at those nipples.”“Hard as diamonds.”“You could cut rocks with them.”“I want to suck on them.”“You could ask.”“I.