She sat on the four-poster bed briefly, then perhaps realizing what she had done, blushed a little before getting up and pointing out the ‘features�...�. I followed her downstairs again where she waited at the door while I got my couple of bags in from the car. She insisted on carrying one of them back upstairs for me - determined it seemed to make a fuss of me, as she told me I was the only guest and therefore it would appear the only other person in the house that night.She seemed almost. .. but every girl has a fantasy... right?I am a happily married woman in her 40s who sells real estate. I have been doing this for many years and I have been very successful. I pride myself on being professional at all times and carrying myself in an way that shows style and an upscale lifestyle. This has led me to be known for having the highest priced listings and being connected to the finest homes in our area.I buy a new Mercedes every other year and but my clothes from upscale stores.. He said, “Don’t leave so soon.” This drew the attention of the other twenty five boys in the room. She tried to rush to the door but a naked boy got in front of her. She tried to stop but the awkwardness of the three toed bird feet wouldn’t let her and she practically fell into the boy’s arms. She said, “Please, don’t.” That was all she got out before she found herself being forced back into the room at his hands along with two other boys who had joined them.Once they had her in the middle of. “Please, don’t.” “Suzie your subjects await you.” Stepping into the sunlight, I stopped squinting, blinded by the brightness. “Huh?” “Well, I’m king cat around here and you belong to me, so I guess that makes you queen pussy, as I see it,” he chuckled at his pun. I looked out into the village square with its large pool and its apron all decked out in deep forest green umbrellas and matching wooden furniture. I felt as if I was being watched. I wheeled trying to spy them. I knew I was being.