He got up and sat on this couch and snapped yet another photo. My skirt was still up, I clutched that material in my hands, almost wringing it in emba...rassment. He leaned over and picked up a remote, turning on some music, and pushing the small table in front of him to the side, clearing the way. "Get over here and face me." I turned and stepped forward, my skirt still up. He smiled. "From now on," he said, "I fucking own you. Every day after school you're going to come over here and you're. Things like this continued to happen on occasion. Each time I became slightly more comfortable with the idea, but still unsure. I couldn't say why I was so reluctant for so long. He wasn't ugly. His body maybe not quite the epitome of perfection but certainly not repulsive. He had crystal blue eyes that never reflected anything less than love when they were focused on me. I loved playing with his soft mohawk of whichever color it had been dyed that week. Over the months I couldn't tell you. My jaw dropped open in surprise, and I quickly returned my stare to the floor. The man who was coming out of that door, the man who was King Augustus, was the same man I had met with earlier that day, the one who claimed to be an advisor to the king."Rise," the king commanded us as he sat at his throne. We all rose to our feet and I couldn't help but stare at the king in disbelief.The king saw my stare and smiled. "My apologies for my deception, Lucas. I needed to hear your story, and I did not. Normally when he was rolling over or moving. He persisted in walking out naked from the changing room every time and finally Leesa had thrown her arms up in resignation. Each session Willy would pay her the huge tip and reschedule for the next week. Like I said, this was running me some bucks to keep Willy in there. I would chide Rocky and ask if he was still sure his wife would stay true blue. He was just as cocky at first, but lately I thought I had noticed him weakening. As for Leesa not.