She heard a distinct gasp again. Oh my God. I wonder who it is! wondered poor Sherry haplessly, as she tied her blouse and exposed her unobstructed pu...sy to the room. ‘Do you deserve to be shamed like this?’ asked Roberts. ‘Yes, Sir! I deserve whatever shameful punishment you decide to give me,’ said Sherry demurely. Sherry felt the now familiar conflicting heady mix of shame, excitement and arousal. She found these sessions incredibly humiliating and yet there was a part of her that was. The day had been too warm and her trip out earlier to the store had been too tiring. She had come in from the garden, opened her shopping, and sat back for a moment. Her eyes must have closed and sleep had taken her. Something was wrong though. she was being watched she sensed. A shadow by the still open door outside resolved itself to a male figure she didn't recognise. He was turned slightly away, as if he had just done so and seemed to be silently busy with his hands. She looked closer and. I notice the camera in his hand. I lean over the edge of the bed on one hand and reach the other out to touch her cunt between her legs. As soon as my fingers made contact she started to quiver and moan. I put my knees up on the bed and got down on my elbows and stuck my fingers in her slit. She was soaked either from before I arrived or she was just that easily aroused. I rubbed her clit with my middle finger and then brought it down and stuck it in her, Along with my index finger. She moaned. " I turned back to Theron, scowling. "And by the way, what the hell is with all the curtsying and Isolde calling you 'Your Majesty'? I thought we'd been clear that no one was to know your identity."He flushed. "Actually, it started about the same way as your discussion with Isolde – she got angry with a 'mercenary' who was allowed to wander the castle at will and was sleeping in a fancy guest room instead of the barracks; she started shouting at me, and tried to kick me out. I even told her who.