How about Saturday morning?" He had obviously given some thought to this."OK. Saturday morning it is. Am I allowed to tell anyone we're engaged?" she ...asked in her still light mood."Absolutely not!" he stated emphatically. "No telling until I have your parents' consent and the ring is on your finger." He had no illusions that his prohibition would be respected."Spoil sport!"Robbie laughed and reached over and held her hand as it dropped to her thigh. She was incredibly beautiful, especially. “Anything,” I answered.“Can you pick up that pen for me?” he asked with a smile. From my view, all I could see was the pen next to his feet. I got under the desk to get the pen, and he quickly pulled down his shorts and boxers to reveal his erection."Let’s see how much you want it,” he said.I was surprised by his actions and it was obvious to me he had placed the pen there on purpose and that he had done this with other girls. I stayed down there looking at his erection for a few seconds before. There were lots of banking company’s employees joining and I happen to see the list where it mentioned her name and her bank. I called her up and she did affirm that she was also a part of the program.We all reached Shimla and checked in at the hotel and I met her and we had a long chat that evening, came to know that she was married and hubby was traveling and very demanding .We discussed many things on each other lives and bid goodnight. Next day the program began and during the session we. She was shamed by the actions of her ancestors but, if she was the Princess as they believed, she must take on that shame as her own. She explained what her mother had told her over time and at the end. She told about her great-grandmother’s decision. She told about the army that invaded, the King that took control and subjugated the people. She told, regretfully, how she only just recently learned of all this, learned of the mark on her neck, learned of its meaning, and was told of her.