I must never go downstairs. It is forbidden." How long have you been here?" For ten years now, ever since the Countess brought me from Kobekistan," th...e servant said, backing away from Elinor, remembering the injury and pain she had suffered some ten years earlier."Are you allowed into my bedroom?" asked Elinor, anxious to know more of this virtual prisoner on the upper floors of Stapleford Grange."As the Princess pleases."When they reached Elinor's bedroom she said, "Now sit there and tell me. ‘I do like my shoes.’ ‘I have a lot of closet space that needs filling.’ After a few moments of calm, something Hannah just mentioned struck him as odd. ‘His name is Dewey? He said it was Bob… Bob Smith.’ ‘Then he lied to you. It’s Jeffery Dewey. But everyone calls him Doo-Doo behind his back.’ ‘Come inside. I’ll call the cops. Maybe they’d be interested in someone who’s using an alias.’ Hannah looked at him with sad eyes and shook her head. ‘It doesn’t matter. Once they checked my police. Do you approve?" Go for it. Give it all that youthful enthusiasm can give. I have a feeling it's going to be a good investment." Dad stood, using my head as he would a walking stick, then tousled my hair. "I have to admit it is going to take me some time to get my head around who Greg is, and why."We walked back, at peace with the world. The thing I had been dreading for days, had gone off smoothly. Now all who mattered were on side. The thing was how to broach the subject of money with Greg. Lately he had even started to produce small quantities of milky white fluid. Still he would have preferred that he look older, or at least look his age. Callum stopped pulling on his cock, because he knew that if he blew his load then his courage would dissolve and he wouldn’t have the nerve to go exploring in the forbidden sector, so instead he reluctantly let go of his penis and picked up his bright red briefs, for a moment he hesitated, should he wear underwear? Probably, he pulled on a pair.