My heart was beating rapidly and a smile curled my lips as I walked up to the bed. Grabbing the box, I carefully cut through the packing tape. My fing...rs started shaking ever so slightly as I opened the box. Next, I pulled out the packing paper. Finally, it was revealed. Wow! I gasped softly when my eyes came across it. It was so beautiful. Shinny. Pink. Hard. And huge! It was the largest vibrator I had ever seen. Though I already owned half a dozen vibratorsafter all, Im an erotica writer and. Please let him know that I will make him a fresh pair when I’ve finished with these. I’ll send these to the castle on the morrow and have the new pair by next week.”Elizabeth nodded.“Do you have boots that we might purchase for ourselves?” she asked. “I fear ours are in no better shape than the king’s. We were in the mud yesterday and then the sun dried them.”“I might,” the cobbler said. “Let me get my wife. She refuses to let me deal with pretty young women.”Elizabeth did her best to return. He had stopped and starred at her as she walked on by, and although she fought so desperately to resist the temptation of turning around and looking right back at him, she lost control, and then dropped her little purse just to see what would happen, and also to give herself a plausible excuse to turn around and go back without giving away her true motive. She had only gone a few yards down the road when he caught up with her and said in his very smooth matter of fact voice, “excuse me ma’am. ”“They were queens. If I were a queen ...” She laughed.“Feel free to have fun. Let me dress you. "She laughed: “How are you? And will I enjoy the fact that you will dress me? ”She wrinkled her face in doubt. I do not believe. In any case, this is somehow unpleasant to me. It seems to me that dressing is too intimate. It is even more intimate than sex.”“On the table near the window is an envelope with money for your work as a model. I put another one exactly the same for dressing you. I know.