Louis told me that as a rule of his house we each must pray before we go to bed and read one more page from the Bible before we go to sleep.I forgot t...o pray before I went to bed last night. ?At dinner Mr. Louis asked me and the boys whether we have prayed and what did we pray for. ?I was blushing red when it's my turn. ?Mr. Louis told me that I cannot lie no matter what. ?If I were ever to lie, I would have gone back to the old days of being a chink. ?Only a chink would lie. ?A Christian would. I hold her firmly, as she is pushed to the edge. Trying to focus as I kiss her neck." Do not cum" I whisper in her ear as my hand squeezes a little more, as she gasps her response. Her knees weak as she leans against my strong arms, my throbbing hardness against her ass, grinding as she tries to keep from going over the edge. " Such a good girl." I groan in her ear, feeling me pull away slightly. Catching her breath as she leans forward against the wall, hearing the metallic clink of my belt. You are dismissed.”After the excitement in Birmingham the Royal Party were glad of the bucolic charm of Selly Oak House, home of Mr. Henry Boyd McKeen, our host for the night, a local physician, and well respected lay preacher of the Methodist persuasion. Selly Oak House was on the itinerary of the Royal Progress and there was plenty of accommodation in the house, barns, and stables.The Duchess sat in an armchair by the fire while I took the more utilitarian straight backed dining room. It was getting dusk now and soon the busy Saturday night life would be converging on this, the entertainment/and nightclub district of the city. As we walked along, again carrying on conversation as if we were old friends, she reached down and held my hand. How sweet I thought. I squeezed her hand in the most gentle and loving way I could. I remember thinking how jealous guys would be to see such a middle aged guy with such a pretty young girl!. At one point we wondered into a department store.