His butler escorted us up to his private chamber. Charles Everett was not what I expected him to be. I expected to see the haughty billionaire I was ...forced to call ‘sir’ growing up. Instead, I saw a very old man. Though 65, he looked much older, his face was a mass of wrinkles and creases. Decades of worry and stress had taken their toll and left him a shell of a man. He supported himself on an ivory and gold encrusted cane. His gown was edged with the finest ermine and yet he seemed decrepit. He started kissing my neck, I felt like I was in Heaven. He pulled my tank top above my breasts and started licking and sucking on them gently. Never have I felt anything like this, I could feel my jeans getting soaked from my juices. He pulled my jeans off and rubbed my clit through my cotton thong, I laid back on the table and enjoyed what was happening. He kissed me with such passion, that I felt like cumming. He kissed my thighs and worked his way to my pussy, he pulled my thong off and. It kind of reminds me of this one sexual education film I saw in school made back in the 1950’s. In short, no masturbation, we should all remain virgins until we get married, and we should not get married until we are at least 35 years old. Yeah right, no sex at all until we are in our mid 30’s to early 40’s? Now that is in extreme example but it about sums up what I feel about where our current social ethical norms are at, unobtainable and unrealistic. Most people though, they do want to feel. “It’s a little trait they have. The Warrioresses who hunt grey boars are the ones who put people first. Boars are dangerous pests for farmers. They help people in need. Protect the weak, and hunt troublesome animals. Black bear pelts are for the fierce. Apparently, their smell scares away animals. But also, Warrioress who wear them are out for the money and the glory. They are the slave catchers, the bodyguards, adventurers, mercenaries, and fighters.”Kaarthen thought it made sense. “I.