I allow myself a small smile; I’m already shaved, there's no problem about me being wet - all I have to do is think about my Master and my panties g...t soaked. All I need to do is make sure my arse is clean properly, which is easy as I’m getting in the shower.As I climb in I take the shower head down and slowly unscrew it. Removing the shower head I reach for a small nozzle and attach it. Turning the shower on I get the soap and rub it over my backside and then the end of the nozzle. Bending. He bent his head if front of mine and kissed me on the lips, I could tell he was nervous and the others were making silly comments. When he pulled away one of them asked if that is that the best we could manage. The others said, "Yeah, put a bit more passion into it!"I let him kiss me again – I put my tongue in his mouth to tease him a bit. He pushed me backwards and my bum slid down a bit in the seat. I could hear the others making little comments. He carried on kissing me longer than they had. I will not yield to the likes of this Mortimer fellow and his fellow Marcher lords. I am your liege lord and master now!” I demanded their fealty yet again.“But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remain loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city. I never realized that when the whole routine of mine has been changed from a workaholic to womenoholic. With no more suspense let me jump into the story.The queen of the Story is my landlady Mrs. Jaya (name changed) Height 5.5 with good physic as i have never measured. We meet regularly, exchange smiles whenever we cross. I stay in 1st floor of the house and they Stay in ground floor and if I want to come inside or go outside I have no other option except crossing their common hall. Days are.