” As I leaned forward, I realised there were cuffs attached to each leg of the stool. Not hand cuffs, like you might see a police officer with, but...leather cuffs, each on a short chain that was then bolted to each of the stool’s legs, low down at floor level. He moved in front of me, crouching and taking hold of my left hand. Passively, I watched him strap my left wrist into the first cuff. He made it snug, and the short chain only gave me a couple of inches movement. My right wrist followed.. Feel myself being lured by his all consuming charm. There was one time when we were imprisoned by the Normans, and shared the same dungeon... Actually we won’t go in to that.Anyway, back to my story. I know Guinevere well, and I know she would jump at the chance to ride Lancelot until he buckled. My suspicions grew when within a minute of arriving the pair was exchanging flirtations not seen since Adam showed Eve his pet snake. I whispered in Guinevere’s ear. “Concentrate on the jester you were. It could have happened to anybody." Would I have gone to jail or the loony bin? Who knows? Anyway, I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes.Then I heard him say loudly, "Damn fucking cock sucker!" I assumed he was swearing at me because I was laughing at him and also because, well, you know, I was just sucking his cock. Makes sense. I got up and sat on the bed next to him.I shook my head and looked at him, all I could say was, "Holy shit!" Damn," he said as he sat up, "it felt like my. He started rubbing his hands over the bra, and the little exposed part of my back. I quickly cut short his amusement and told him to go take bath first and then i will bath after he does. He obediently did so. he went, took bath and came into the house with just a towel around him and told me that I could now use the bathroom. Initially I thought of taking the clothes with me, but then decided against it and took only a towel with me. This time I decided to reveal a bit more. I did not wipe.