The Princess?upturned eyes had only adoration for him. ?Oh that was lovely M?Lord! Thank you! Will you use me more?? ?I will, bitch! Happy Valentine!?... he shouted stepping overher. Her eyes went wide with surprise. The wooden shutters on the hidden compartment came down withan echoing crash, revealing a whole crowd of cocky aristocrats led by the Kingand the Queen. ?Happy Valentines Day, My Dear!? her parents sang in unison. Princess squealed with a delightedsurprise. ?Oh Ma, Oh Pa! You. She stayed on for a year, then came back to England and stayed in my house while she looked for a property to buy. That cramped my style because I couldn`t sunbathe nude when she was around. To resume the story.... One day Joan had an appointment with an estate agent to be taken to see a house some way out of town. I reckoned she would be away for an hour and probably much longer. I now had time to sunbathe and went out wearing only my shorts and removed them when I was in the garden. Joan. I replied ok and the rest of the week I shared with two of my buddies Emma pictures and emails, they both thought it was a setup that it was fake as hell and I would be knocking on a hotel room door with no one there.Friday came and I made my excuses to my girlfriend that I would be working this weekend out of town. Not knowing if this was real I banged the hell out of her as I kept thinking of doing Emma and her little body my Girlfriend Anna is 5ft 8, 140 pounds with 38d the opposite of Emma. God I loved academia?shaping young minds, and all that happy horseshit.?Grab your ankles, you disobedient young jackanapes.? I thundered. ?You’re lazy, and common?what would your sainted father think of you, neglecting your work as you’ve done. I’m going to use the cane to remind you of your priorities here at the Ponsonby School.?I looked over the selection of canes on my desk. The Malacca? No?not this time. I would use a nice, thick ashplant cane. I looked with pleasure at it, and then at.