"Not you personally, the U.S. Ambassador receives invitations, even when there is nobody in post," the Head of Protocol replied, "I suggest that you s...mply follow precedent and allow your staff to deal with minor details such as the contents of the invitation list." It is officially the Ambassador who sends these invitations, is it not?" she persisted."Yes, ma'am." Then I will personally approve every name on the list, and every name left off the list," Sharon decreed triumphantly.As they left. He smiled at her and pulled out. He sat down next to her and started caressing her body. He licked her neck and kneaded her breasts as he said That was so good, wasnt it, baby? You always taste so good to me…how about me? Did I taste good to you? She looked at him feeling hurt and humiliated and on the verge of crying once again, then he whispered in her ear Yeah, I bet I did…after all, you swallowed it all…not even a drop fell from that beautiful mouth of yours. He hadnt hurt her this time and. "Sir. I want to thank you again, for this beautiful material. I am going to be the best dressed apprentice in the land."I set my book aside, and pondered. "I think you are very beautiful, your clothes are the least of your beauty."She flushed, and gave a little giggle and a curtsey. "Thank you, my Lord, Mage."I couldn't help it, I stood and placing my hand under her chin, kissed her. She was standing motionless, like a deer caught unawares by a man, in the instant before she starts her mad rush. I can smell your cunt, it's strong but sweet.The candles are burning low. You swing your legs into the bathtub and leave my kneeling there outside it. With a backwards glance you toss a bar of soap at me. I snort and roll my eyes. I carefully reach around you to turn on the water. I can't look at your face, if I do that I'll lose all self control.The water is warm as I run the soap over your skin. Soft circles across your back and finally to your front. Your breasts get harder the more I wash.