Frederic2 had instated this 'court's day' for people with problems to come and see their leader. Before the massive throne, made from gold, silver and... priceless gems, was a small girl, sobbing. "Please, sir. My father didn't do anything wrong. Don't kill him! Please! I'll do anything!"Frederic2 was listening to the girls whimpered words. He had wrongly accused her father, along with countless others, so he could have some fun torturing and killing them when they no longer had the force to. "Little fox, you're so beautiful when you're angry." He told me which infuriated me even more.I decided to ignore him, and ask the question - the wrong question as it turned out. "Darcy, why are you here if you were lost at sea." He looked at me his face turning white."How, how did you hear about that, you wouldn't have been even thought of when that story was around!" he seemed to withdrawn into himself, he stood up and leant forwards his feet planted on the ground together, his arms drawn. We glittered extensively. I reflected that it was agood job I had undergone the operations as I would never have passedasa girl in this situation. As it was I was a natural, and learnt theswaying and gentle feminine sweeping movements and steps required.This was a sensation and hit the main French press. We did a weeks runand by the end all three of us had a queue of French men attempting todate and seduce us. This created quite a topic for gossip andconversation but we were still. He then pulled his wet cock out and laid it over her face. "Do you like a man cock? It is so much better than those young school boys. Wait till you feel it banging your cunt. I am going to give you such a good hard fuck. You are now my slut. Every slut needs their ass fucked too. I am going to stretch that ass wide open and fuck it so hard. No mercy for a slut like you. I have been ass fucking the whores on 4th avenue for years. Now that I have you I won't have to use them so much. Your mom.