15 minutes pass and homeroom was over. Everyone headed to his or her classrooms. Brittany however stay behind to talk to Mr. Smiley.“What gives?” ...he asks him. “You didn’t look at me or even make eye contract with me today. Is something wrong?”“Yes Brittany. Something is wrong. Thanks to my little fuck with you. My wife your juices on my shirt and walk out on me last night,” Mr. Smiley said in an angry tone.“Well sir. It’s not my fault. You came on to me. You have wanted to fuck me since you. "John was pissed. It was very clear now why it was so easy to get this woman home the other night, but he wasn't one to trifle with by including him in some bizarre sex thing. Fuck that notion. He didn't want to think of some geek in a closet pulling on his dick while John was plowing his wife. But that's exactly what had happened.He'd looked her up on Facebook when he got home, seen her status as being married, and looked at a lot of pictures of her with her husband. Traveling, remodeling, all. “What about Grand Duchess Melanie? She seems, from the reports, to have more going for her.”“And every time she was sucking me off, I’d be thinking ‘this mouth ate her lady-in-waiting’s poo’. I ... wait. I know.”An official letter was sent to Governor Ling of the Province of Brancaster, congratulating him on becoming a Grand Duke. He was surprised, since he didn’t know the General had any dukes, let alone Grand Dukes. There was something else coming, he felt it.“Dear Grand Duke Ling of. That's Okay though. Whatever turns you on." He turned and left leaving me feeling totally puzzled. I didn't sign her name. Did I? I closed the door and proceeded to open the box. I doubt very much I'll be seeing that chick again in the near future anyway. I figured what was inside was just clothing. I dumped them out on the old, ratty sofa and discovered there was nothing surprising to be found. Just a complete set of girls clothes! One bra, size 36 B, a pair of matching panties, size 5, a.