My fistsclenched, silk sheets curling into them, and I let out a low,involuntary groan.Harriet grinned and leaned forwads, scooping my head up in her ...and andstroking my hair. "What do you think, sweetheart?" she said quietly,kissing me playfully on my nose."I want it so much," I managed, my voice thick."Do you want to be dressed up in little lacy things for us?" Harrietasked, kissing me, this time on my mouth."Yes!" I gasped when she pulled away. More than anything."And do you want to wear. As I listen to the running water, I close my eyes and remember the sensations and feelings of only a few minutes before; the velvety feel of your full pouty lips wrapped around my hard cock, the slick wetness of your drool covering my shaft and coating my balls from pushing myself deep into your throat, the slurping, gagging, and soft grunting moans that you made as you thrust your talented mouth over and over again down the length of my tool. I smile remembering the involuntary shudder I. A private tropical island sounds a lot nicer than a drafty old castle. Am I allowed to say I’m a princess?”“You can, under one condition,” I laughed as I stopped and checked how far we were from the jet. “A princess can hold her head high and carry herself with grace under any circumstances. A properly trained slave can as well, so I think it’s time for a lesson. We’ll let Scarlett go first since she’s familiar with my jet and can make sure you board the correct one. Scarlett, you’re going to. "It had been worth a try.The burden I lugged through the front door twenty minutes later was ahefty one, but I didn't have to take it very far, just to the streetthat began at the corner of the school. In fact 'gran's' was a misnomer,as she'd died fifteen months ago; the house now belonged to her youngestdaughter, my aunt Rachel.Rachel had a past, which made her unique in the Stokes family. Not thatI knew anything about it. How could I, when my polite enquiries as tothe identity of the fetching.