In my view, it's normal to have slaves, weare royalty! We have a right to rule!We have slaves everywhere. I have a building for just me, its 25 room...sand I have 100 personal slaves inside. Some are Siamese, some areBurmese's and some Cambodians, all are slaves forever.After the celebrating, we had a banquet, my husband I had some sex inhis royal bedroom. Then we had some discussions about the war and theroyal family. Since we have some plunder of the losing side, we havesome palaces in the. Amelia looked at me in shock, but her eyes almost instantly were drawn down to the massive prick dangling between my legs. ‘Oh my God,’ she gasped, and put her hand over her mouth. I tried to wrap a towel around my waist, but Amelia had already run out of the room. ‘God damn it,’ I thought to myself, ‘How the hell am I going to explain this?’ I wanted to chase after her and try and say something, but I thought I should at least dry myself off first, and maybe get dressed. Maybe give her a. Time generally passed by quickly. I looked forward to my free period, as Mrs. ‘A’ was a wet dream for me. She had frosted silvery hair. In her early forties. About 5 feet 2 inches. Petite in stature, with small, pert breasts. I guessed them to be a handful, which later on would define my standard for perfection. But her greatest features were her legs. She wore short dresses that barely came to mid thigh, and showed off her figure. She also had light blue/gray eyes that seem to always sparkle.. I had thought that I might be gay for a while but I had never acted on it, because it just wasn't something that was ok back home. But for him I thought I would do anything. As I watched him walk down the long row of books I felt a tingling in my crotch as the blood began to fill my quickly stiffening cock.He wore a tight white t-shirt, under which I could see the mounds of his massive pecks, and a pair of lose fitting shorts which more or less failed to hide his large swinging cock and.