It was nasty but her body smell and attitude made me her sex slave. When our many sex fetishes were going on in full swing, she proposed a wired thing...to me, that she wants a 2nd child and she wants me to make her pregnant. Firstly, it was a nightmare to me, but thinking about it a lot, I also agreed to it and asked her how we can make this idea! She was completely fallen for me and wanted to have a child from my sperms. Her plan was that she proposed this idea of having a 2nd child with her. We all collected on the benches along one wall, and I almost cried when Mr. Harrison came out, dressed the same way as the rest of us. All the girls made ooh and aah sounds. Gaff or no gaff, he was big, and looked like he was ready to enter a body-building contest. Or model for Greek statues. I barely qualified as an assistant cherub.We each had to stand up and introduce ourselves, and say why we were in the class, and what experience we had in the field of dance. The two quick dressers were. I’d often seen faces peering down from the small windows in the castle wall as we swam and rested. A few times I thought I’d seen the face of the princess – a beautiful young woman of my own age whom I’d worshipped from afar when I saw her on celebration days – briefly passing by, but I was never sure. That afternoon, I remember glancing up at the castle wall and, all of a sudden, locking eyes with her. I knew instantly it was Princess Charlotte. There could be no doubt. And I knew, just as. "It's yours," I said after a micro-second's consideration."Really?" Chrissie asked, her expression almost comically surprised."Yeah. It's yours. Keep it." Why the hell not? It was a lame excuse for abirthday present in the first place - even if it was the last thing my Dad evergave me. Chrissie, on the other hand, was utterly delighted. She ran over in ahaze of flying skirts, pigtails whipping about in the slipstream. I braced forimpact, thinking she was going to kiss me."Thanks, Billy," she.