“No,” he replied with a steely stare, “Have you?”Charles turned on his heel, “Insolent bastard, can I have his head cut off now I’m King?�...� he enquired of his chief flunky who attended him dressed like the doorman at the Ritz hotel.“I don’t believe so your Majesty,” he replied.“Well fucking get the law changed, I’m the fucking King now, remember.” Charles said pleasantly.Something caught his eye, “Oh fucking hell.” said Charles as Andy made a bee line for Liz Truss, “I said wear trousers, didn’t. The four men all took turns using my mouth and pussy stretching me. The largest man was the hardest to take. I winced and squeezed the couch as tight as I can.I was then flipped over, my face pushed into the couch as my knees are on the ground my ass high in the air. I’m covered in lube and my ass whipped with my leather whip. I tensed at each strike of my cheek. A man sat back in front of me for me to continue to serve him. My hair is grabbed my head yanked back. A man reaches around and holds. Nothing to do. I am alreadycaught up on all of my studying and sewing assignments."I could read... I suppose." That sounds like a good idea." Morgen picks up a journal and starts totake notes on a yellow notepad."What about the bathrooms?" I ask. "They're filthy. The toilets - yuck.And the tub - it should not be smudgy brown like that. Honestly, Morgen,I don't know how you and Mr. Feyla can stand to live like this."Morgen stares at me."You want to clean the bathrooms?" she asks, astonished."Of. I followed her lead, using my fingers on her g-spot and thumb on her clit, moving slow and hard at first but gradually increasing speed. Isabella moaned, oh god yes, as I teased even harder. I was being driven on by her moans, her body reactions and of the look of incredulity in Rob’s eyes. Just as I felt her tense and heard her gasp, my pussy contracted hard, we were going to cum at the same time. A second or two later, we were squirting hard, moaning with pleasure and drenching our clothes.