“You said you had to act all perfect as Pharaoh. Must be repressive, I imagine. Don’t you ever wish you could, uh, indulge in whatever you repress...” “Believe me, I do.” Hatshepsut widened her grin and batted her eyelashes. “Come to think of it, Mikha’El, you’re actually quite comely.” She drummed her fingers onto his tunic. “I want to see what your chest looks like.” “I shall gladly oblige, Your Majesty.” Mikha’El slipped the tunic off to reveal his chiseled abdominals. “How do you like it?”. He gently making sure he had enough soap, pushed the rag into her butt, causing her to giggle; squeal; and jump; and yell, “Take it out!” Bruce did, and got the shower head and rinsed her ass off; directing the water at her butthole he spayed water directly in it to, washing the soap from inside her butt. When he thought it was rinsed enough, he dropped the wash rag, rinsed his hands, and told her not to move; she said “ok.” Bruce started to inch his face to her butt, when he was close enough. ‘Mansi, I have another bottle of wine. Shall I open it?’‘No, not now.’ I knew that the time was right. I walked over to Mansi, pulled down my pants and had my cock aimed at her.‘Mansi, look here.’Mansi turned and looked at me with my cock staring at her.‘Give me a blowjob’, I said demandingly.‘This wasn’t part of the deal’, Mansi stuttered.‘Mansi, when you surprise people with your sledging and unwanted comments, it surprises them too. This is my surprise to you.’Mansi looked at me pleadingly.. I read my sister's college textbooks.Two things occurred when I was in middle and high school to change mylife. Here I must pause and say that I have no value judgment on theseevents, and I do not want my reader to have one either. There was nomalice in what occurred and no matter how much you might search forsome, many years have passed and I blame none of the parties involved.While I didn't like people, making money was essentially for severalother hobbies I had picked up through the years to.