‘Who packed my bag?’ ‘I did.’ Douglas answered. Recognizing that he may very well undo what progress had been made, he still had to ask, ‘Is...there a reason why I found your nightgown in my room, on my bed?’ Sabrina struggled against the embarrassment at having been caught. ‘Because I took to sleeping in there.’ His voice low and careful, he asked, ‘You took Edington into my bed?’ If that was the case then he would have the thing burned. ‘No!’ Sabrina cried and spun around to face him. ‘No. I. Suddenly I hit something inside me, something that shoots lightening bolts straight to my brain! "Oh my god!" I scream. My mind is a blur. I look down at my cock to see it oozing cum. I see his balls underneath mine. It is totally wild.I bounce up and down again trying my best to hit that spot. Every time I do more cum leaks from my cock. I had no idea this could happen. My head is spinning. My cock is slapping against my thighs leaking big dabs of cum. "Fuck that cock...FUCK THAT COCK!" I hear. Then two more things were added to my guilt list; I had not informed my employer about my absence, and the college kid who had promised to look after my cat was probably equally pissed. My cat would probably ignore me for weeks, now. She didn't seem to remember who rescued whom in the first place.For a moment I thought about leaving, just like that; but then I decided against it. After all, the girls - or women - didn't really do anything wrong. So, I picked up a piece of paper, wrote a short. “There you are, darling,” came a very upper class voice from behind Nicola. She turned around to see a woman in her mid or late forties smiling.“Nicola, this is Princess Ayda, one of my father’s wives,” said Sharifa.“How do you do?” said Nicola. She was about to curtsey when Princess Ayda put her hand out. “Oh, we don’t have any of that here,” chuckled Princess Ayda, “We’ve been dying to meet you ever since we learned Sharifa was bringing a friend from Oxford. Perhaps you would honour me by.