Each time I do this you open your legs wider anticipating that I will end the teasing. As my fingers reach your lips, you moan louder and your neglige... is so incredibly wet.You whisper in my ear to carry your to the room, which I do. Standing in front of each other, we embrace and passionately kiss again. you begin to undress me starting with my jeans. As you pull them down, exposing my hard, bald and extremely wet cock,you kneel in front of me, you start to stroke me. You kiss my shaft and. Many admired you, not only because of your knighthood, but because you were also considered one of the most beautiful women on the kingdom. Despite your intense training your body was kept lean, with the muscles seeming to accentuate your figure beautifully, you also had a tan from being outside so often. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest. I found myself a job in an office answering the phone for a newspaper called Holls - a news paper on the news locally. My boss, Sylvia, was a complete goddess even though she was about twenty years older than I was.One day my boss called me into her office and told me to sit in front of her desk in which I did, my hands fumbling in my lap nervously. I couldnt help staring at her open creamy white blouse, which her huge breasts seemed to spill out. I swallowed. She caught me looking at her chest. " "Silence, silence, the devil has your tongue." Thank God for that, being possessed and unmarried seemed a blessing in the predicament I faced. My spontaneous outburst appeared to have worked, I sensed victory, only William Postlethwaite would not have it. He struck the air with rage and damned me as a Jezebel for wantonly teasing any men and all men with my near naked breasts. He denounced me as a tart, a coarse trollop fit only for the nugging shop and working men's pennies. "Pig," I said,.