My answer " no sir, I came straight from work not knowing you wanted to see me tonight". I was wearing jeans and a sweater. ?You tell me from now on, ... am only allowed to wear skirts and dresses and you were taking me shopping to ensure I have a proper wardrobe.You then lead me into a living room where there are 4-5 guys in there. You introduce me as your misbehaving slutty slave who needs to be punished. The 1st thing asked is why you allow me to show up in jeans, this makes you mad. You tell. I can't start drinking just yet."Charles looked a little sad as he popped off the top and asked, "Is it okay if I have one? It's been a tough week." Sure. Knock yourself out."As I continued with my paperwork, Charles began venting. It was unlike him to act this way. But I knew from prior conversations, that he had few people that he could talk to about his problems. As he babbled away, I did my best to keep up and comment regularly. When Charles cracked open his second beer, his talk. But so much of a turn on was my gran.Now helping gran wash up after tea as granda has a shower before going out to the club, I cannot help but brush up against her as I can still hear the shower going, feeling her suspenders through the thin material of her dress and rubbing my boner against the cheeks of her bum.We are sitting on the sofa at opposite ends watching TV when granda says goodnight to us before going to the club with his mates. Gran moves next to me straight away resting her head. "I stood up and started pacing, using my hands to punctuate myfrustration. "This is ridiculous!" I stopped. "Very well, then. I'lljust drive to the castle and show Indira's ring to someone who'llrecognize it. That will prove I'm alive. They'll tell Indira and thismess will be over." You'd just be arrested on some pretense - as an imposter, disturbing aroyal function, whatever, at least until after the wedding and maybelonger. You're supposed to be dead, Debbie; it would be making it easyfor.