He had called her princess—and suddenly all the things he had made her read out loud the previous night, all the images of that princess’s humilia...tion, came rushing into her mind and stopped her breath. Her arousal began to soar as the answer to his question became obvious. “Because—because—I’m your property,” she finally managed, her voice subsiding to a strangled whisper. Her pussy heated, and she felt her nipples harden as she said it. She looked so vulnerable, standing there. I kissed her passionately. Her pussy was so wet now. I put my dick into her pussy and started to thrust.I felt like I was on cloud nine as my longtime wish was coming true now. I fucked her pussy rhythmically, not so fast and not so slow. Her hairs were all over my face. I smelled her hair and it turned me on more. I grabbed all her hairs in one hand and kissed on her neck. I planted my kisses all over her neck when my dick was fucking her pussy. I was able to thrust my complete dick into her. When I was introduced to one of his school friends, he smirked as if he knew that I wasn't any competition for his handsome friend's companionship. As soon as I finished my mandatory `how-the-fuck-are-you' introduction, I moved on while the little faggot rushed in to make sure that I hadn't contaminated his `special friend.' And the future Lord Boswell does like to look at women's breasts. He kept standing close to me and sneaking surreptitious glances down my bodice as if he'd never seen a. I stand aside as She enters the bathroom.She gives me a stern look then turns to the bath, "Ah, good, fetch me a glass of wine, there's some chilling in the kitchen".On the way downstairs i hear Her kicking off Her shoes.There's an open bottle two-thirds full in a cooler on the counter, next to a lipstick marked glass with a sip still left in it. i fill a clean glass(woe betide Her having to drink from a glass She's already used, more extra work), and take it to Her pronto, She's not the most.