“Or, maybe I shall buy a Stephenson machine if you do fuch Ekaterina.” the King suggested. “Yes!” Boris agreed, “Excellent!” “She is very beautiful,” Josie said wistfully, “I do wish I was like her.” “You are darling,” the queen explained, “Very beautiful.” “But my titties are tiny Mama!” Josie protested. “But your waist is tiny,” then queen explained. “Only because she!” she turned to Sophia, “Steals my food!” Boris who was more interested in Stephenson engines than titties agreed, “Right,” he said and the whole incident was forgotten. About three weeks later Boris was in bed reading his scientific journal when Aachen, his manservant knocked politely and entered the room. “Sire,” he said. “Fuch off Aachen, I don’t want a wank or indian a blow job nor do I wish to fuch your ass nor do I want you to fuch mine,” Boris replied putting the ageing pervert firmly in his place. “A thousand pardons but I have a young lady for you,” Aachen apologised. “What in gods name?” Boris asked. “Hello this Boris,” Ekaterina said as she stepped around the door in her sparkling white pure virginal robes, the candle light sparkling off her golden hair, “I believe you have to despoil me.” “No,” Boris insisted. “But sire, your father said if you don’t you don’t get a Stephenson engine,” Aachen reminded him. “Oh very well if I must,” Boris agreed, “Leave us!” Aachen withdrew as Boris slipped from the bed wearing only his white bed smock which barely reached his knees and a red wooly hat and bowed slightly as Ekaterina curtsied.. worship “Boris,” Ekaterina said awkwardly, “I know you don’t like girls, everybody knows you are as queer as a three Mark note, but if you say I was pure then I won’t tell you couldn’t get it up.” “Queer, what do you mean queer, I am not queer, I do not sleep with men why the very thought turns my stomach,” Boris protested, “No when I was small father warned me that if I slept with whores my cock would drop off and I wouldn’t be able to pee any more, I don’t want that, I want to desi stay pure for when I marry.” “Exactly,” Ekaterina agreed, “And that is why I only let my Prizen squeeze my titties and put his fingers in me, and his thumb too, bitch sometimes. “Really?” Boris asked. “You won’t tell will you?” Ekaterina asked hopefully. “No, though if you like him pawing you why not become a whore?” Boris asked. “I want a husband and a big castle and a fast carriage,” Ekaterina insisted. “How fast?” Boris asked. “Why twenty thousand hectares!” Ekaterina replied. “No not vast, fast, how fast the carriage?” Boris asked “Just fast, faster than everyone else,” Ekaterina replied. “I tried that,” Boris enthused, “I tried four horses, two pairs like a square four but two look up the asses of the other two, so I tried a straight transverse four, you know four wide but it was too wide, then six in three pairs then I put six in a line like a straight six but do you know.” “Six horses!” said Ekaterina, “Gosh!” “Oh yes and then I tried eight in a vee formation,” Boris explained. “A vee eight, how exciting, maybe,” Ekaterina said, “You could try Ten!” “Ten, a Vee Ten?” Boris asked bewildered. “Or a Vee twelve or a,” Ekaterina Jazmin paused. His prayer had been answered. “She seemed to have liked you well enough to have gone out with you, and have sex with you.” It worship was time. “You can do that all you want on my birthday.” My futa-dick throbbed in my panties, twitching with my heartbeat. Matt turned real red and said, “I am so sorry about last night, please don’t tell my mom I was being a creeper.” indian Betsy bitch opened her legs; her skirt slid up over her thighs exposing her white panties. She looked over the bar at the bartender. My lover's rump clenched, butt-cheeks squeezing about her mother's digit. But she wanted more, and seeing James' cock was no longer being tended to, she reached up and took it in her grip. You don't do it by this shouting and insulting them. My intimate abilities were negligible for the present, but the doctors said that they would return in fine fettle, I would just have to apportion them out a bit more carefully in the future. When Kim took her hand and guided her down it wasn’t a game anymore. It is a desi petty thing when Jazmin all our lives are in danger as it appears they are." But this will last the boys several more days and I won’t have to work again until around day 7.