T-Girl fairy tale 4

“Hmmm. He is very handsome. Do you know him your Highness?”

“No. As a matter of fact I was just getting ready to ask you that same question.”

“I’m afraid not, though from the cut of his clothes and that wonderful tan I would say he is from one of your most southern Baronies. One thing that I can tell you is that I wish I was younger, because I would already be on my way over to introduce myself to him.”

“Duchess, that is a simply grand idea. I believe that I will not let him know who I am just yet. Would you be so kind as to lend me your mask?”

“It would be my greatest pleasure Highness.”

From somewhere else in the folds of her gown the Duchess produced a black satin mask, trimmed in gold with gold ribbon for a tie. Angel accepted the mask with a nod of her head and with practiced ease tied it in place.

At the Estate

Jared had gotten all of his outside chores done as quickly as possible and was only running about twenty minutes late on supper. He was rushing around the kitchen working as fast as he could so he could meet his step mother in her room on time. Over the last five days the three women had fallen into a steady routine. His step mother Martha wanted oral services each morning with breakfast. Out of necessity Jared had become very good at that task. For the first couple of days she had taken longer and longer to reach orgasm. But on the third day he had learned the one thing that absolutely sent her over the edge. Deep throat. He would relax his throat and swallow her completely. She would grind against his mouth for a few moments then explode down his throat. Jared had also learned that he should not make her come too soon because then she would make him suck her back to erection and do it all over again.