King Roland’s days since taking the throne has been fairly regimented, mornings in the yard for exercise, afternoons and evenings attending to his r...yal duties, and nights unwinding with one or two of his maids. But since he had met with the witch Adeline that afternoon, King Roland had sent Colette and the other royal maids scrambling.Three servant’s rooms to be cleaned and made up, and all furniture to be removed and placed into storage but the very basics- bed, washstand, and drawers. One of. In their staring eyes was mutual admiration, coupled with expressions of intense yearning - the desire to fulfill the dreams they had just experienced. Jocelyn's black hair tumbled in disarray about her face; her eyes glowed with smoldering fires, and her lips were loosely parted. Paul was flushed and disheveled, his brow still wet though he had wiped it with a handkerchief. It was Jocelyn who first found voice. "What is it, Paul?" she asked. "What has happened?" Paul looked. She would hang on me in stores, come up behind me, wrap her arms around me, and mold herself to my back and tell me she loved me. I gradually started to respond. It started one evening, I was working in my study, sitting in a recliner with the keyboard on my lap, and she came in and asked if I could talk to her for a while. "Sure, sweety, what do you need?" I put the keyboard away and gave her my full attention. I noticed that she was ready to go to bed, wearing one of my old white. Anxiously lifting her gaze to the doorway, she had to will her heart not to beat out of her chest, she was just so eager to see him again. Time seemed to stand still, feeling like an eternity as she listened to the sound of the doors being checked to see if they were locked, and she knew it had to be him. Her poor pussy was almost dripping with anticipation, and already beginning to tingle crazy hard, just imagining what he might have in store for her tonight, and she kind of hoped he’d have.