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“Sister Julia?” Mother Septina called. I sighed and closed my book. “Yes, Mother Septina?” I called back from the kitchen, hiding the book beneath a pile of napkins. “The princess would like to speak with you.” Mother Septina responded, thankfully not coming into the kitchen to snoop around. I slipped the book beneath my habit and walked briskly past the ornery mother. A Toys flight of steps later, and I was on the top floor of the estate, and knocking on the door of my princess. “Come in, Sister.” Princess Lucilla Flitari called. I opened the door with my head bowed, and closed it silently behind me. Princess Flitari stood in the window; her statuesque, elegant frame curving in a subtle hourglass Hairy figure beneath a silken dress, her platinum blonde hair lying straight behind her pointed ears, and her blue eyes sparkling from the porcelain mask of her beautiful face. She smiled brightly to me, and after I scanned the room for anyone else, I smiled back. “What do you think of this dress?” she asked, twirling extravagantly in front of me. “It looks perfect, of course, Your Grace,” I smiled politely, “if you’re intention is to be with child before the night is out.” “Maybe fetish that is my intention,” Lucilla smirked, extending a perfectly formed leg from the slit cut alongside her dress, and raising an eyebrow, “though, I must be terribly bad at it, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get pregnant.” “Your chastity is holy, Your Grace,” I replied, “it is good to hear that my teachings have not fallen on deaf ears.” “No one’s listening, Julia,” Lucilla said with a wry smile, “you can cut the shit.” “Well then, Lucilla,” I said, allowing my smile to grow wicked, and dropping the formality of her title, “I’d say that your fertility problem lies in a lack of biological understanding.” “And why’s that?” Lucilla asked. “One cannot conceive a child from her anus.” I grinned. Lucilla twisted her face, and then burst out laughing. She gestured for me to sit as she fought to regain control of herself. “Oh, sweet Mother,” Lucilla croaked as she sat across from me, wiping tears from her eyes, “it never ceases to amaze me what dirty thoughts go through that pure mind of yours.” “Devotion to the Holy Mother is a testament of one’s actions,” I replied, pouring wine in her glass, and water in mine, “thoughts and words are of little consequence.” “I wish the other sisters shared your interpretation of the texts.” Lucilla said as she took a sip of wine, “All I get from them is judgement and lectures.” “You are a reflection of our order,” I said, drinking my water in congruence with her sips, “and your reputation does not make us look good.” “The Holy Mother japanese herself could shine on me from the heavens, and I’d still drink, smoke and fuck my way through life,” Lucilla smiled, wiping purple wine from her lush lips, “your order just pulled the short straw in terms of princesses.” “At least you’re not boring,” I said, “not a day goes by when you haven’t presented us with a new crisis of faith.” “And yet, you pour me wine,” Lucilla pointed out, “my own priestess, tempting me with sin.” “Of all your sins, Lucilla,” I said, pouring her another glass and smirking, “consumption is the least of our problems.” “But doesn’t it lower my inhibitions?” Lucilla responded with a raised eyebrow, “Doesn’t wine lead to more nefarious sins?” “It’s a question of timing, really,” I asian said, sitting back, “if you drink four glasses now, you’re likely to be too tired to go out tonight, but if you wait until this evening, the wine will compel you to act on your baser desires. You see, I’m suffering a minor sin now, to prevent a major sin later.” “How tactful of you,” Lucilla chuckled, “you will do well as my advisor in the High Court.” I felt my heart leap into my chest. The High Court? Of Terondia?! That’s the last place I can go! “What was that, Your Grace?” I asked. “‘Your Grace,’ hmm?” Lucilla smiled knowingly, “Funny how decorum comes roaring back once a little discomfort is salted into the conversation. Why do you hate that place so much?” “It’s far from home,” I lied, “and my charge is here, with you.” “Well, I won’t be here,” Lucilla said, “I’m leaving for Terondia this afternoon.” “As expected, sir. Again he pushes me down, causing me to gag on his dick and he release me.� He tell me to get up and sit on his desk. what?” To be honest, I never had sexual thoughts about another man before ---at least, not consciously --- and I was a little shocked and horrified. Jazarah groaned and Heather sank blood-red nails into her tight buttock, frantically Hairy grinding their pubes together. Then to her shock and horror she felt his hand squeeze where she cut herself. Kay flipped her the bird they walked away laughing. I wanted to climb onto the top of the boat, spread my arms and legs and shout, She walked back over to me sitting Toys and I attempted to fetish stand up and she pushed back on my shoulder and sat in my lap. Not quite sure where his outburst came from, he wished he could take it back. asian Emily turned around in her seat and talked to her friends as Henry pushed harder on the accelerator. He got the message, and soon he had a tight fistful of her pink whore-hair in each hand and was pulling her head up and down his rod. Trying to swallow my nervousness down, I added, “We make a great team.” "Holy shit," Evan was in complete shock, "It... it... worked. “Good for you girl.” Then he stood up and grabbed the box. We can’t just turn him away." "Typical Kristin." I do sometimes and it makes me hot and also my privates get wet.” “You mean your cunt gets wet…?” There was that word the excited us both. I japanese called out her name repeatedly, but nothing happened. Implied consent at all times.