"My heart skipped a beat."Are you?" the words were out of my mouth before I knew I had said them."Yes," he blurted out.It took me a second to look int...o his eyes. He didn't look embarrassed or uncomfortable. He wore his heart on his sleeve. There was no pretense about him. No games. With Kevin Westcott, what you see is what you get.And right then, I wanted him more than anything.Only I couldn't bring myself to tell him that.Kevin took a deep breath. "Okay, Mel. Here are all my cards: I've been. Patting her head He points to the couch, forgiven my love, but it cannot go unpunished.Rising slowly, but respectfully, heading in the direction of the couch, whispering 'Yes Master.''Bend over my love.' Glancing over her shoulder, nodding silently, as she bends over the couch, her short skirt revealing a hint of what lays beneath.As the Master slowly rises, reaching for His oak paddle, she shudders in anticipation, knowing what she's about to receive in return for her indiscretion.Breathing a. Nothing much gets by me.”He was squirming and really uncomfortable sitting there with an erection painfully squashed inside his jeans.“Go ahead. Unzip and get your cock out. I want to see it again anyway.”He gave me a funny look. Reluctantly he said, “I better before I go off in my jeans.”He undid his belt, unzipped, rose up off the seat and lowered his jeans. His erection sprang up, hard as a crowbar. He cupped his balls in his left hand, wrapped his right hand around his cock and started. I guess the king was worried about me, and wanted something that I valued greatly, and I did value my RV."Do you know the contents of this message?" I asked the messenger."Yes lord. I have been directed to lead you to the place of storage for your vehicle. I apologize to you for his majesty, but he has been under a lot of strain lately, and you have shown to be a very powerful man of thought. Your 'steam train?', which you created, has provoked a lot of interest in you. His majesty cannot.