In fact, I’d been fantasizing what it would be like to kiss Stacy the whole time, something I’d never shared with anyone, and I’d broken off the...kiss at the first hint of tongue or wandering hands. Rule number two. No one else was to know. Not that Stacy would ever give away my secret, but I made her pinky swear on a weekly basis not to tell anyone. Ever. Not even if it was a matter of life or death. I just needed the reassurance, seeing as I was the one taking all the risks. I should mention,. ComDeborah Snowdrop was not feeling well.There are few less attractive sights than a fairy with a hangover and for Deborah, it didn't feel any better from the inside. It was always the same at this time of year. She'd go to some bar planning on having a quiet drink or two with a couple of girl friends. Then a bunch of elves would turn up having rolled out of some office party, bragging about how they'd all finished painting rocking horses or toy trains or whatever for the year and made their. They easily found the large buttons which held this silk garment together, moving quietly to undo each button. I held her gaze still while my hands moved inside the fine material, barely touching her skin as they moved upwards again to ease the garment off of her shoulders, enabling it to slide down her arms. She moved slightly, enabling the garment to fall away completely.Only then did my eyes move lower, tracing an imaginary line down from her chin into the valley between her small firm. She knew that the master would be veryupset if she relieved herself on the furniture. In the dungeons shedidn't need to worry as much because she could let go anywhere.Disgusting? Yes but over the years she had gotten used it.Doing the potty dance she scanned the room looking for anything thateven remotely looked like a chamber pot, finally finding one next to themasters desk."Ew, why would he have it so close there?" she thought as she grabbed it"and why is it full of paper?"Chris woke up to.