Jennifer drinks it 'ad fundum' and asks for another one before she gets back to her Slobodian story.Jenny sits again at my lap with her arms around me...to hug me for my understanding and hospitality.Jenny is still shy about all those strange things at the Presidential Palace of Peter Petrovic I.Jenny whispers her story in my ear. She hopes that the microphones of my cameras can't capture it.Jenny tells me: "I missed your protection so much, despite captain Peter Petrovic looking alike."Jennifer. I realize that of the many people wearing collars, none have the keys, and those with the leashes hold all of the keys. Our masters and mistresses know what is best.Finally in the tabled section a young blonde woman who is slightly plump catches my eye and she looks me over with open appreciation. I don't feel awkward, just different as my husband indicates I should spin around. I do and as I do I feel her hands upon my ass, and she gives me a gentle slap which takes me by surprise, but it does. “Mmmm, butterscotch,” he says with a big boyish smile, taking a big bite in the process. “And you might want to pull your pants up,” he adds. He reaches over and grabs my ball sack with some force. “Well, this is awkward,” I deadpan pulling up my shorts. After a pause we simultaneously burst out into uncontrollable laughter, laughing so hard we start to panic, which only makes it seem funnier. We laugh for about eight straight minutes before finally regaining composure.As we drive back to the. It was a fair summer day and the Princess wanted to ride her new horse she had received as a present from one of the Lords at her coronation. It was a beautiful white mare she named Twinkle. She told her servants to ready her riding clothes that she was going for a ride. They looked at one another knowing the rumors outside the castle but off they went to get her clothes.She dressed in a red long wool skirt with short sleeves with a black bodice, mid-thigh black riding boots with red laces and.