I spent most of itshivering on the wing, but in the second half the opposition kicked ahigh ball towards me, while four burly forwards bore down on me...shoutingwar cries. I leapt to catch the ball just as I was clattered by thebrutes, fell badly on my shoulder and head, and lost consciousness. WhenI came round, I was lying on my back surrounded by faces, with my headbeing held firmly by two hands. I heard a voice say "Peter, don't try tomove your head until you are checked over." From the side. Was she waiting to surprise me, cock in hand? What would I do? What would she do?I was terrified, but still unable to stop myself rubbing my shaft. I could bear the tension no longer, my prick fired a huge bolt of spunk; it splattered on the floor and spread under the door, another followed, then another.Standing where she was, my mother couldn’t have missed it.I fled to the en-suite and cleaned up. When I thought it was safe, I grabbed some tissues to clean the floor, but my cum had gone. Only. “So, where to now?”“Here. Bombay.”“I mean where are you going to be working?”“The company where we all want to go.”“Okay. That’s fair. Everyone thinks they deserve better.” I probably knew which company she was indicating, but I chose to condescend instead. We kept conversing for a while, and all this time, she kept looking right at me. That, for me was a first. The feeling that she wanted me kept getting stronger and stronger, and I kept forcing my way through her guard.Before I could realize,. It was then that I heard the king's voice raised above the others. "Sapphire find Slave Carol. I ordered her to attend me at dinner tonight. I hope for her sake she hasn't run away to the slave quarters again tonight."I didn't hear Sapphire's reply but the corner of the tablecloth was lifted and her face appeared. "Come out Carol," she ordered, "You're the wrong side of the table tonight." If it was a deliberate plan, and I think it was, it succeeded in humiliating me far more than if I had.