"Bator sent over the first of the illustrations, today. Would you like to
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My heart quickened momentarily at the name of the handsome artist. Something private inside of me harboured the hope that he had been
gay teen boys showering my first lover. Now, it appeared, it was only some messenger Bator had sent with the drawings. It was a crushing disappointment.
"Why didn he come himself?" I asked, clinging to that slight hope. "Bator never leaves the palace alone," my master explained. "He is involved with Princess Deepthroat, a very jealous woman. She worries when he strays to far from her side. If they come here, theyll come together." I nodded, aware that this undoubtedly ruled Bator out of contention. I had seen Bator with the woman I now knew to be the Princess on at least two occasions, and the image of her beauty was implanted deeply in my mind. She was everything I every imagined a princess to be
gay teen boys showering; delicate in size, yet exquisitely female, curving in all the right places. And that hair! Almost a yard and a half
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gay teen boys showering lustrous, blue-black hair, falling from her crown to her knees. She was stunning. I knew my own worth, and I knew men would always drool over my huge tits, but what man would be bothered with a servant when he could fuck a Princess?
But, Bator had shown some interest in me, hadn he? Assuming he was the man who had sucked my pussy so sensuously while I lay dreaming in my cell above the Temple?
"Master, when I escaped from Gropes prison the second time, did you send Bator to look for me again?"
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gay teen boys showering time," he answered. "I spoke only to Charity and Angelica." My heart sank. So much for fantasy Ð my illusions were shattered. Some minion of Gropes had tongued my clitty, now another lackey had fucked me. And I wouldn be able to recognise either of them! Bastards!
Tumescence left the table, and went to fetch a small leather case, in which were rolled several sheets of fine vellum. He placed the case on the table, then stepped back. "Im told they are very fine," he continued, "though I haven been able to look at them myself, for obvious reasons." I understood entirely. Tumescence had read through my version of the story of The Rape of the Supine Women, and he had needed a day in bed to recover.
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