Gazing at my own reflection in the metal, I popped a sugar cube in my mouth and crunched it into sweet sandy grit wondering how many drinks this one s...oon had made. Thousands surely. I set it down on the glass and let the water poor over the sugar, quicker than I normally would have. A glance at the couch showed me that Tim was out. Dribble down his chin out. Sitting next to him Randal kept talking, but I’m not sure he was any moreawake than Tim. In fact I’m pretty sure he was just too slammed. For a moment, she thought it was going to be playtime as he ordered her to strip down. Instead he brought her the bathrobe and led her back to the bathroom.It was strange seeing the remains of her hair strewn across the floor. But Master had told her it was necessary. He produced a hair dye kit and left her to work. She’d never dyed her hair before, but the directions were simple. The stink of it was the worse part. When she was done, she rinsed out the last of the chemical goop, stared at. "The time comes soon, though. First, let me answer the final problem. You will be the most sought-after male in Emertland as soon as word reaches the nobility of your Knighthood. Lords and Ladies will line up their sons and daughters for the opportunity to wed the Princesses or her Knight. It is a fact. Your task will be easier than mine in that regard. I must be wed to a Lord or an heir to a Lordship. At the very least, I must marry the eldest son of a foreign ruler, even if succession is. It was getting late and a couple of guys were asking about my wife. I told them I would love to see them fuck the hell out of her, that I had been trying to talk her into that for years. One guy was named Joe and the other was Jim, they said let them have a chance. They started flirting with my wife-her name is Barb. Barb is pretty d***k and we all ended up on the top deck. Joe was in a lounge chair and Barb was on top of him making out with him. Which is as far as anyone gets with her. Jim was.