That was a proper title. But if they could scrap the Royal Family, mightn't they also scrap the Honours System. Titles such as the Order or Commander ...f the British Empire had been anachronistic honorifics for well over a century and with no Britain, let alone a British Empire, they'd become even more anachronistic. But maybe they'd preserve the honorary title of 'Sir'.Sir Norman.Could he get used to that?The question of how he would be addressed should be the least of his worries, but there. "He set his foot on the floor and massaged his arthritic knee."So what happened then?" she askedHis massaging slowed as he stared at a spot on the floor. Then he leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands."Did you give them your resignation letter?" she asked.He nodded."How did they take it?"He remained quiet for a long time, but then his shoulders began to shake. Barb reached him, just as he let out a strangled sob, and wrapped him in her embrace. She just. Just being a friendly neighbor, he said.I didn't know how to respond.There was a long silence.Why don't you let me finish, he said.I told him no, it was wrong. Come on, you were enjoying it.I wasn't, I said, shaking my head.He looked at my cock and gave me a crooked smile, your cock likes it. That cock wants to be in my mouth and your balls in my hand when you pump a big hot load down my throat, he said. And my damn cock twitched in response, the fucking thing betrayed me. It did want his mouth. “Excuse me”. Was all that stranger man said, as I turned he grabbed my hand and pulled me into a darker alley. I was so taken aback I never even shouted or attempted a single scream.My face was up against the brick wall, and I could smell the green growth as my nose and mouth were pushed against it. His breathing and the noises he was making made it obvious to me what he was going to use me…The sharp pain I felt on my clitoris as he tore my thong off, the rhythmic slapping noises against my.