"Right," Lefou said not catching on."He's willing to sacrifice his freedom and respect to be a royal prince'sservant. Should he take the position?" G...aston asked nonchalant.Lefou didn't see the irony of the situation. He, himself, had sacrificedfreedom and respect to be Gaston's lackey. "I would say, he shouldn'ttake it," Lefou said honestly."Why not?" Gaston asked curiously. "What if the prince really neededthis servant?" Nothing is more important than one's freedom and respect, am I. Nothing was said, we just made eye contact for a minute and enjoyed each other's company as her face was only a few inches away from mine. Then she suddenly moved some hair out of my eyes and kissed me on the lips. After that ten second kiss, her right hand made the trip over onto my pussy. She rubbed it softly as she stared at me for a moment. She washed her lips once again and then she made the trip down to my twat. She brought her other hand to my slit lips and caressed them with both. Hank had left saying he was off adventuring, and she had never seen him again except in her dreams, before he left he had given her a gold bracelet, they had laughed as it slipped off her wrist, he had called her skinny then knelt down and clasped it around her ankle, smiling he had told her she now wore a part of Cairin, then swinging his sword into the air he was gone.Jenee cringed hearing a noise, not moving she listened to the scurrying of an unseen animal, with a whimper she lashed out. ”“Good, I will call you slut, as you requested. I think the name suits you. If this evening goes as well as I hope, would you like a collar?” he inquired.More wetness. “Yes, please,” she found herself saying.“Beg me for it,” he said abrasively.“Please, I want you to give me a collar,” she found herself genuinely begging.“Perfect,” he said. “I will get you a collar that has your name on it. Slut is your name now in private. When we are in public, I will call you Emily.”“My name isn’t Emily,” she.