I loved it. Have you still got that massage oil?’ I asked. ‘Yes. Why?’ Gary said hesitantly. I let go of his cock and got on all fours in front ...f him. ‘I thought you might want a fuck’ I whispered, hardly believing what I was saying. ‘Jesus, are you sure?’ he asked getting up. ‘No but that hasn’t stopped me trying weird shit before. Go get the oil’ I said. Gary virtually ran into his bedroom and returned with some Bodyshop massage oil. We both knelt in front of each other on the floor and. It seemed the son was impressed with the speed of the Ghurkhas. “I was asked to deliver this to you, Sahib, by his Highness,” handing him a covered basket. He left them to their work and returned to his room and the muster book. Inside the room he opened the basket and inside were two bottles of Dimple Haig malt whiskey, fifty cheroots, and two shoulder insignias of a Colonel; a crown and two pips. He poured some whisky into a glass, and then settled down with the book.The light was failing. Grace took notice.There was an emerald green satin gown and a gleaming white one. Both veryfeminine but strange looking for gowns. A brooch type of clasp centeredon the waist and opened allowing the dress to be put on almost like a longmen's tuxedo coat with tails. The back of the gown went just past kneelength while the front flared open to clasp at the waist. Tim alsonoticed the matching shoes, matching hats and a bag containing frillylingerie that matched the gowns. There were even. They didn’t name them ‘penitentiaries’ because they liked that word! Incarceration was about doing penance. A crime which was considered so heinous that society couldn’t take a risk in releasing the individual was usually ‘capital’.”“You should run for office.”I shook my head, “I’d never get anywhere because people are losing sight of the foundational principle of America. We’re losing the «kami» of the Founders, and once we do, the country is going to come apart at the seams. It can’t.