”“Master, you shouldn’t bother yourself with such tasks. It is my duty to run your errands.”She was getting clingier, he had been noticing it ...steadily progressing. When they first met, she hardly said a word, usually only speaking when necessary, such as to acknowledge orders or warn him that something was attacking. As time passed, she got more inquisitive, now doing whatever she could to help him. The smallest tasks, she would try to do before he could, like opening doors for him and picking. This was before Myspace and Facebook. I met Jenny through a cousin of mine. She was a distant relative of his. We talked and I’m sure she noticed me staring at her breasts. She was married, around 21 and had recently had a c***d. She was blond, about 5’8” pretty, thin with fairly large breasts (she had recently been breastfeeding), blue eyes and wore glasses. I think she just thought I was a nice guy. We talked for the better part of 30 minutes and she asked me if I yahoo IM. I gave her. . er... graphic that what you have given too me." I know. I've seen them all."Ruby's cheeks reddened at the thought of this young man looking at the private photographs of her and his father, some of which could easily fit the description of pornography by anyone's standards. "Why did you give these to me?" I'm not sure Ruby, I guess I just wanted you to know I had them."Her voice rose. "Well now. That sound a little like you think you might be able to blackmail me with these. Well I'll tell. It was the first step of the plan I made years ago; I never thought I would be executing it so soon. With a deep breath I opened the door to the royal chamber, my new bedroom. It was a marvelous example of the best architectural and art work our people have to offer, but I was after something else.“who’s there?” I heard the smooth sweet voice of my mother, the Queen, call out to me. You see in our kingdom the king and queen share authority, and power was so cemented into our political.