I wanted to be flirty, but not too slutty. Not yet anyway. I sat at Ellie's makeup table and took my time making my face as pretty and girly as poss...ble with sexy, smoky eyes, and light colored lipstick. Then, I put on a long blonde wig and sprayed myself with Ellie's perfume. My five-inch high heels were the last touch, and I was ready for company. I sipped a martini waiting for Ken to arrive. I was nervous, and when the doorbell finally rang my heart jumped. It was racing as I. I stared intently between her legs. Soon a small speck white slimy liquid appeared. The speck grew larger and soon became a large glob hanging from her pussy by a thread. It hung there for a moment then the string broke and it fell, some landing on my upper lip and the rest falling into my waiting mouth. I savored it, salty and a little bitter. I thought about the cock she had been enjoying - I've seen it many times, ten inches long and wide as my mouth could open, shiny and black. I thought. I’d like to say that ... but I can’t.It was another week before the restraints were removed from my arms.Even then, the body restraints remained for several more days.It was another six weeks, and only after extensive counseling, before my father slowly pushed my wheelchair across the cemetery to Mandy’s grave.Mandy and our daughter had been buried together.Seeing their grave, covered in flowers, was the most terrible thing I’ve ever experienced.While I understandably was crying, at least I was. After all, the whole Princes in the Tower business was a Tudor invention contrived to discredit Richard and legitimise their own dynasty. Other historians have suspected that the princes fought and fell at the battle of Stoke, or were done to death afterwards by Henry. But there was also a chance that they fell and their followers took the sacred relics away to inter them somewhere secret and safe. When you have read more of the archives, Henry, you will find further clues to suggest that.