She nodded her head excitedly. I slowly pressed my left pointer finger into her mouth. She sucked it seductively like she was working on a dick and my...right hand slowly closed around her neck. Her hips started moving around on my crotch again as I pushed her backwards off my chest by her throat.I pulled my finger out of her mouth and moved it down her back. It found its way down between her ass cheeks and I teased her asshole with it. She moaned loudly, her voice muffled by the pressure on her. The olive skin yielded to her fingers."You are so beautiful," she whispered, taking another sip. And then, almost breathing the words, she said: "I love you so."The whisky relaxed her, reducing the tenseness of her muscles. She returned the glass to the stand. Then she picked up her gold rimmed reading glasses and a thin folder. It was a report she was supposed to know everything about by tomorrow. But after reading the first three paragraphs (and reading them again) she knew her head was. When Ellen left Kensington Palace a half hour later, the Princess had eagerly asked her to expedite the visit to Lambert House. On the way home Ellen contemplated if she was doing more than King William expected of her. She shrugged. There was only one way to find out. She would write a letter to his Private Secretary and ask for directions.The message she received from the Private Secretary was not as clear cut as Ellen had wished. Nevertheless, she was encouraged to proceed with her plans.In. He asked her if she was owned but she didn't answer. She stood quite awhile while her Master sat near her, counseling her to stand tall and open her legs so that anyone who wanted to see her juices dripping from her arousal would have a full view. He wanted her to look at the room, watch the scenes all around her and tell him which scenes she liked the most. She quietly told Master how the spankings next to her were erotic, and how the breast bondage in front of her was beautiful and very.