I was pretty nervous, meeting a Goddess I’d worshipped for years, and not sure what She’d make of a pervert in his mac and perv gear, expecting to...see Her pose. Of course by that time I’d sent Her a LOT of pervy worship sheets, some depicting the fantasy of watching Her pose and spunking my pants. (The second time I saw Her pose She wore an outfit that was in one of my worship sheets). I’d even sent Her photos of my wank-room full of mags, with pervert me in it – which She said She liked. If. The fear that my time spent dealing with reports and suchlike in MI5 would not be applicable to commanding a regiment vanished on the first day in my office in Lincoln Castle.“Damn the lot!” I swore, and swept the entire pile of requests, requisitions, instructions, invoices, and nominal rolls, off the table and onto the floor.One name had stuck out as I had pored over the nominal roll – Casper Shufflebottom – a memorable name you would agree. The senior clerk at Mortimer, Teazle, and Grubbe. My dick was getting warm and soft feeling from her ass cheeks, and stiffened instantly. I started moving my hand a bit on her boobs, and got through her top.I was now grabbing her boobs and moving my dick on her ass cheeks. I was a bit afraid at this point of her waking up, but decided that it was my best chance. And, I had my drunk story ready in case she woke up. I freed up her bra hook and moved my hand inside.Her round boobs were firm but soft. I was now pressing the boobs with my hands.. How could she forget? She turned around to see Rand leaning against the checkout counter. He looked amazing in a pair of blue jeans and a bright green polo that made his green eyes even brighter than she remembered them being the night before. ‘Hello Cass.’ He said with a grin that made her heart skip a few beats. ‘Hi.’ She returned. ‘Can I help you with something?’ she asked, trying to sound nonchalant. ‘Well I was told by a little birdie that this was the place to come for the best prices on.