Lars had her most f irmly gripped and was fucking with precision, even if rather too fast and furiously. It was not a pace he would be able to maintai... for too long, but he didn’t care. He was totally inflamed with seething lust. Wasn’t he fucking the Princess? Yes... he was fucking the Princess! What more could a man ask? His fellow slaves were grouped around him, watching with lustf illed eyes, many of them already in full erection. They could scarcely bear to wait their turn! “Fuck her.... He handed me a bottle bag and congratulated me on marrying Linda. I thanked him and led him into the lounge as Linda emerged from the kitchen. She went up to him, kissing him on both cheeks and embracing him.I told Linda that he'd bought us a bottle of champagne and she thanked him. She beckoned Christian to sit beside her on the sofa, which left me to sit in an armchair opposite them. I asked Christian and Linda what they wanted to drink and headed off to the kitchen to get their drinks of. The day after I gave it the full treatment, sloppy top with a deep V neck, no bra, shorts like before but new ones obviously, Simon arrived about 10.00 am and got straight down to work, I will give him his due, he was a good worker, he got the edging shears, I decided to give him a show, I went out into the garden and to the flower beds, I had got my gardening gloves and my secateurs from the shed and began to dead head the flowers, I gave it a lot of bending over so that he could appreciate. But unlike his father, he did not go for my body straight away but slowly started to work his way up.He began coming to the house more and started looking for excuses to talk to me. I, of course, understood that he was trying to flirt with me and encouraged him because I loved the attention of both the father and his son.Sometimes he would come straight to my room and talk to me endlessly, while staring at my top and skirt. Sometimes he would even volunteer to come with me to the corner shop or.