As it was, his shorts were so drenched with precum that he wasn’t sure that he hadn’t spurted once or twice already.“You can call me Carson.” ...e gave her a reassuring smile and stroked her perfectly framed face. She leaned into his touch. Her thighs were glued together and rubbing at a feverish pace. Maybe giving her the drug was overdoing it.“Why don’t you sit with me and take a break?” He sat down and patted the couch next to him.“B-but its almost lunchtime Mr. Leigh.” Her eyes were glazed. There were no cars on the road and not another soul in sight. She was wearing a short skirt, heels, a red-coloured crop-top. She had long browny-red hair, and had a coat over her shoulder, although it was not done up; it was a warm night.She looked in her late teens or early twenties, and he licked his lips; she would be the prettiest girl to date. Of course, this wasn't the first time he had done this. In the last six months, he had attacked in Carlisle, Manchester, Skipton, Hull and. Then they pushed inside. I moaned and reached for her hair, tugging on it gently.Olivia’s mouth came back to mine, sharing passionate kisses as she explored me. Another finger joined the one, probing deeper. She pulled back, panting even harder than I was, and watched my face as she slipped in another finger and increased the speed.“Shall I put my mouth on you?” she asked. The hand between my thighs moved away.I kept thinking “please, please, please” but I couldn’t even get the words out. She. Each story we had heard thousands of times over the years but in an empty palace, all we had was each other. I needed something new to do, something different and with no hesitation, I stood up. “What are you doing, your grace?” each of them asked. “I want to do something different,” I replied. “Surely we can do something new rather than telling the same jokes, the same stories each and every day.” In a rebellious mood, I ripped my nightie off of my body and allowed the fur coat to slip down my.