T-Girl fairy tale 8

“Stable hands Highness?”

“Yes, it seems the young noble told me he has been reduced to working as a stable hand on his own estate. Would you have any idea who may fit that description in the area?”

All the color drained from Martha’s face as she stammered,

“N…No Highness, though that does sound to be a very sad story.”

Angel noticed the loss of color and her balls tingled in the hopes of finally being near her goal. A slight shiver went down her spine as she remembered being buried to the hilt in Jared’s fabulous gripping arse. Even though she had enjoyed so much sex she missed her future husband greatly, because only he could fill the unique void she felt in her otherwise full sex life. He was more than just sex, he was romance and dare she think it…love? Her small clothes began to get smaller as her womanhood began to get larger.

“Are you telling me that you have no young men here working in the stables? Please consider your answer carefully.”

“I do have a young man that works in the stables for me, however he was locked in his room being punished the night of the ball. You are more than welcome to meet him, but at the moment he is out hunting on the back of the estate. He is a poor hunter and sometimes it takes him a long time to take an animal, it may yet be a while before her returns.”