Jen looks at the clock and hands me a big looking bag. I recall this usedto be her old book bag, or a shoulder bag anyway. It's a brown bag andfairly ...turdy and not much decoration aside from the feminine nature ofit all."Put your books in this and let's go. I figure you'll want to relax a bitbefore classes." She grabs her own bag, and slings it over her head, asthe strap goes over her chest and bag rests at her hip."What's wrong with my book bag?" You want to wreck your back even more? Be my. As we walked the short walk back to my house I noticed that Sam glanced down at my shorts a few times, I didn’t think anything of it but was conscious that my cock was flopping about inside.We arrived back at the house and I showed Sam into the lounge where she took a seat on the sofa looking around, “Nice house you have Frank” she said politely.“Thank you” I replied, “Can I get you a drink of squash?” I asked and Sam smiled nodding her head.As I walked back into the lounge with the squash the. My thanks to you all!The King has died, leaving his daughter as his only heir.She had ruled together with him.The law says, the King’s, or the Queen’s, throne and life have to be shared. Now that the King has died, his daughter rules in his name, but she cannot be the Queen, until she has found the one to be her consort.The King has left his bow in her possession. Maybe it was he who had declared it, before his death, or maybe it had been she herself, but the word has been spread, that the one. Since they had turned down the offer, they did not receive a package sothey were not aware of what I was wearing under my suit, GOOD! Thepiercing and eyebrow sculpture set the cruel SoBs off bad enough. Theysaid many other men had worked here, but all refused, all left quickly.No one coming here knew what the whole deal in this place was. Theysaid I was the 'first to knuckle under to those GD broads' and not manenough to say screw you bitches.John guffawed loudly saying they wanted to call him.