Can I tell you something?”“Anything.”“There are days when I just want to crawl into your lap, have you hold me, then have you carry me to bed....Just to get it over with, you know?”“And I can’t see it ending in anything other than complete disaster if your attitude is that you want to ‘get it over with’.”“I know,” she said quietly. “But there are days when I wonder if that’s the only way forward.”“And when you have a complete nervous breakdown or some sort of psychotic break because you’re. Just like I had a naughty idea on that minibus. Now shut up and enjoy." You brazen minx," was all I could say before Rachel leaned forward to put her mouth to mine, Her hips started to grind away, rotating and massaging my cock.I was fully awake now, and there was a hint of dawn, lighting the bed, through a gap in the curtains. I could see Rachel's curvy body moving above me, and in a moment, I decided that I needed to fuck her, and not her fuck me.I pulled her to one side, and briefly my cock. I passed a room full of young boys and girls in their bright red page clothes. I swear I heard the words "flunky" and "old fart" drift out.My instructions, once I had told the young page I would accept the summons, were to meet "Lord Morgan" in his office near the back of the Palace. I felt that if I was going to the back of the Palace anyway, I might as well peek in on the kitchens.Did I mention that I was a cook?Dressed in my casual peasant robes, I didn't attract much attention at first.. He blushed and she tittered as he signed the check.Her laughter ended abruptly as the door closed. She jumped up and pulled down his boxers, then bent over the back of the nearby sofa and flipped the lacy garment up over her waist. Breakfast didn't even have time to cool much as they indulged in a real quickie.Matt had not told his wife what was on for Saturday evening, so they spent the day shopping and lunching until they hit a Western wear shop just before closing. After dinner, they dressed.