“Blaze, I’m going to lift her to your back,” the king told the horse – as though the animal understood him. “Behave yourself.”The horse re...sponded by pressing his nose more firmly against Annette’s small hand.“Now, when you reach your perch, scratch him behind the ears,” Joseph advised. He used his free hand to demonstrate, first on the animal and then on the girl he held. Blaze shook his mane but Annette only giggled. “Are you ready?”“Yes, Your Highness,” Annette said gamely.“Hold tight to my. "I think you should put that away..." She tells me. I inch closer, touching her hand with mine while rubbing my cock for her to see. "I don't think so. I think you want this Miss. K..."Eyes shifting toward my manhood her expression changes. "Okay, I'll jerk you off, it is out already... And..." Reaching out with her hand, "Hard..." A look of pleasure appearing on her face as she takes it and pumps with a firm grip. "You know. You're actually the one who's molesting me!!" "Well... How does it. "Take Gaz up to my bestguest room." I tried to wave him off but he wouldn't hear of me goinghome in that state so I soon found myself in a luxurious first floorroom with a balcony and en-suite bathroom. I stripped to boxers and t-shirt and slipped into the four-poster bed. It was the most comfortablebed I'd ever laid on and I dropped into a drunken sleep.I woke in the morning with a hangover and stumbled to the bathroom.After the usual morning routine including a shower in the hugebathroom, I. I usually woke at dawn. Everyone was at the table sharing breakfast and I was the last person out of bed. When I pulled my hair from my face I remembered that Katrina had got me dressed last night in her flannel pajamas. I was so worn out that I didn’t think to hide myself from her and I wasn’t sure if she looked at me close enough to realize that I had junk down there.Petra handed me a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a whole wheat English muffin. With a cup of coffee and a glass of water, I.