T-Girl fairy tale 8

“G…G…Giles, Highness” He said with a gulp.

“You were not with me at the ball several nights ago were you.”

She said it as a statement and Giles shook his head slowly in conformation of her suspicion. Under her dress her womanhood had her small clothes stretched tightly and it didn’t seem to care one way or the other as long as it got put to use. Angel knew that time was of the essence, yet she felt that she could take a few moments to enjoy one of her subjects before she had to move on to the next estate.

“Giles, turn around and drop your breeches around your ankles.”

“Highness?”

“Quickly now, I do not have much time and I would like to share a little something with you and leave you with a present.”

As Giles slowly turned and dropped his breeches Angel reached into a hidden pocket and drew out a small jar of whale grease. She opened the jar and reaching under her dress she applied some to the tip of her engorged prick. She held up her dress as she stepped up behind Giles and placed the slippery tip against her subjects tight unsuspecting hole.