Michele felt the hard member running back and forth along her calf; the whispering and rustling sound of flesh against nylon echoing through the cabin..."Stop! Stop!" Michele whispered.Disappointedly Mike Harris removed his throbbing cock from the hosties leg and sat down in his seat. Michele pulled down her skirt and turned in the seat and looked around the cabin; her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Lady Morecroft had her headset plugged into the armrest audio socket and was humming. "I also am considering – considering, mind you – offering him the Crown lands of Tremaine. I will inform him that it is not necessary for him to govern the lands but he may if he wishes. It is my hope that he will accept the title and leave them in the hands of the Crown steward. It is my wish that he accepts the title and the title of Knight Protector. If – and it is 'if' at this point – I would like for him to become my husband in the future, he would be eligible. I would not need to displace. A small torch suddenly blinded me as it shone in my eyes — I had no idea who was holding it. The beam dropped to my privates."Who are you?" I demanded."Shh! Do you want to wake everyone?" The whisper was so quiet I could only tell it was a female voice."What are you going to do?" Make you comfortable. This may be your last opportunity." Last opportunity for what?" Stop talking or I'll go." By now the torch had been put down, I could make out only the dark figure of a woman with long hair — it. I pull my hands away and move around the chair to straddle your legs, trapping them between my own. You give me an intense almost-glare and continue your conversation, your eyes flashing warnings at me. Which I ignore, of course.I sit on the edge of your desk and prop up one of my legs by placing my foot on the arm of your chair. You shoot me an angry look but your eyes are caught by the sight of me slowly easing the skirt of my sundress up my thigh. I run my fingers along my smooth-shaven.