"Do you know where you are, girl?" asked Grope. I had no idea
gay suit sex. "This hall is the most private part of the palace. Those doors over there lead into the bedchamber of the Kings uncle, Grand Duke Onan." We walked on, along thick carpet, passing more doors, and Grope chose a few to point out, mentioning the names of dukes and duchesses, counts and countesses, all related to the Magnificent Harrdon in some degree. The further we walked, the more important the occupant. Finally, we reached the end of the hall. A pair of huge doors sealed off the end of the hall, flanked by
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gay suit sex of enormous stature, dressed in the uniforms of the Kings Mustgethers Ð that is, not very much. Their weapons drooped somewhat, but their eyes betrayed an alert air, and as I came closed at Gropes side, they both stiffened noticeably. Such a potent display made me feel quite giddy.
"Now do you know where you are? Those men are guarding the chambers of our sovereign
gay suit sex lord, King Harrdon!" I was impressed. I hadn been able to take my eyes of the guards since we had first sighted them. I didn know how the King felt, but I felt
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There were other doors to either side of the hall. Grope flickered his finger towards the door on the outer wall. "Those are the chambers of the Princess Deepthroat." My heart jumped into my mouth Ð the very person I had wanted to avoid, and here I was outside her bedroom door! For one terrible moment, I wondered if Grope knew that secret of mine as well. Instead, he lead me
gay suit sex towards the inner doors. "And these doors," he said in a low voice, "lead to the suite of the young prince, Glans." He put his finger to his lips, turned the handle and pressed open the door with a slight shove. We stepped inside.
The first room was in darkness, but I could see it was some kind of sitting
gay suit sex room, filled with all kinds of useless clutter. There were toy soldiers, games, curious keepsakes and various items of clothing strewn over the furniture.
Grope moved across the room with unusual, silent grace towards an inner doorway, through which spilled a little muted light. I could hear a voice, a young males, talking in a somewhat anguished manner. Grope grinned, and beckoned me closer to the door. As I crept closer to take a look, Grope whispered into my ear
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gay suit sex is accustomed to wake each morning with a small problem. Well, that is to say, a large problem. Whatever else he may inherit from his father, young Prince Glans has not missed out on the family propensity to produce larger than average males. Take a look." Grope positioned me ahead of him, and pushed me forward. Cautiously, I leant forward, resting my hand on a small stool by the open doorway, and peered around the corner of the door frame into the adjoining room.
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