Aunty slid the handle into her body. “Well Lovey it probably keeps her happy at night time, but it won’t be as good as your stiffy.” I left her ...and sneaked to my room. The next day Aunty and I tried not to catch each other’s glances, but everybody else seemed the worst for the night before and looked too ill to notice. The minibus the firm had hired took us on a tour of the city and local countryside then home. As always, Rita seemed to have organised this. I was dozing on the trip back and. “You know me better. How long, and what does he know?”“It doesn’t matter what I say! You’ve made up your mind, and the truth can go to hell!” “You, boy!” I snapped at Glendian’s latest escapade, “What’s your name?” “Allister Opandia, Your Highness.” He replied, his voice clogged with nasal blood. I smirked at Glendian. “At least he knows how to address his sovereign. Sir Raftas, throw Mister Opandia out the window.” “Wait!” Glendian bellowed.Sir Raftas paused, Allister rigid and pale with. She then pushed my face away with her foot and tossed a satin G-string at me saying, Put on your uniform, and go draw me a bath slave! I answered, Yes Master. And went to the bathroom to change into the G-string and prepare her bath. As soon as I finished readying her bath she entered the bathroom and told me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I started to remove the G-string, but she told me to leave it on. I got on my hands and knees and she removed her robe to reveal her. Now any older guy will give an arm and a leg to have a 20 year old come to their room. I asked what he had in mind? He smiled, grabbed me and put me on the kitchen counter. He walked in between my legs as I wrapped them around his waist. We started to kiss again. This time his hands ran all over my perky breasts. He massaged them as he kissed me. My legs were draped harder around him and my pussy was getting wet. His hands had made their way to unclasp the top of my suit and the top fell down.