His voice was low, quiet.Her hands started to shake. "Conrad, no... I..." She looked over at the barista. She was doing something with the espresso ma...hine, paying Hannah no attention."Prove it."Hannah drew in a shaky breath. Her hand clutched the hem of her skirt where it swung back from the point of her knee. She swallowed and turned towards Conrad, away from the bright windows. "Yes," she said. "That will do it. That will make it... make me stop. One last time, right here." She pulled the. She asked me: ‘You like it?’ I nodded deeply and she smiled again then she sat on the couch and talked to me again: ‘Go on your knees and undress me completely .’ I only could do what she asked me, she was perfect and i wanted to please her anyway I could .I got on my knees right in the middle of her sexy legs and started carefully getting her undress .The fishnet was delicate so i was doing it really slow but she got impatient and said: “Just take it off .Strip it off .” I couldn’t know it. "Look at the state of you two. You are not getting in to my house with those muddy clothes,"Martine told them.On the way back to the house Julie told Martine all that had happened. As Alex carried Julie downthe garden path, Martine was ready with her hose to wash the mud off of them both. She had also placed a washing basket in the utility room ready for them to dump their wet clothes in. The cold water spray cooled both Julie and Alex and washed the mud off their clothes. Martine went around. Well done. I didn't believe anyone would ever best Sir Griffith. How are you referred to?" asked the Queen."Dusty your highness, no surname, just Dusty," said Dusty as he cleared his throat and spoke."You are not a Knight of your homeland or another foreign land, are you?" asked the Queen."Uh, no your Majesty," answered Dusty curious where this was going."Good enough. Kneel Dusty," said the Queen as she stood.Looking bewildered Dusty knelt at her feet looking up."Now, now head down please, this.