I made a perfunctory shopping list and the pen slipped from between my fingers and down beside the cushion of my sofa. I reached down to recover it an... when my hand came up, there, between my fingers and the pen, were Lauren’s knickers, the pair she had been wearing when we made love here on this sofa. I stared at them. Silk, pale blue and frail. I lifted them to my nose. She was there with me at that moment. My other hand went between my thighs and I spread them, feeling the damp silk. How had. They caught quickly as he stood back, watching time burning away. ‘I can bask in peace once the door is closed,’ Andrew confirmed and pulled a burning taper from the fire to light a candle by the bed. ‘I’m yours now, Louisa. Will you be mine?’ ‘How so?’ She was now rather surprised at his request. She had been here before. The butcher plied his trade, including her, without much scrupple, so long as it brough hard cash in. When it came to the moment though, the clientele were often reluctant. I wasn’t told any of that, Your Grace.”“Of course not,” he replied, “Your mother didn’t trust you fully.”“I ... see,” she said softly, heart racing. Was she really intended to be a queen? Angeline had always thought it unusual that her betrothal hadn’t already been arranged. “As for the ... other things I seem to remember...”King Roland gave her a wicked smile. “Yes, that was quite a night. First, I ravished Lady Amrien before her husband, to shame him into obedience,”Angeline felt her blush. In more ways than one. Those fantastic handjobs and feeling those huge tits of hers had been worth any amount of money."Okay then. I'm here whenever you want to come by." I'll be there in a few minutes."Twenty minutes later I pulled into my mom's place and made my way to the door, loaded down with packages."Andy, what's all this?" she gestured towards the bags and boxes as she opened the door for me."This is for you, Mom," I replied as I stepped past her and set everything down on the dining.