Chapter Ten
The Queen wears heeled slippers and a flowing white silk robe. It fits tightly about her broad shoulders. A red sash encircles her torso well above her waist and gathers together the shining folds just under her breasts, causing the points of her firm n*****s to press against the shear fabric. Below, the robe hangs loosely, open in front.
When she turns to see the nurse guide me through the bathroom door, the folds flash open. Between smooth, powerful brown thighs are fine and wonderfully pink labia. Her overdeveloped c******s peeks momentarily, then the folds settle to again cover her femininity.
“Thank you, Homana,” dismissing the young nurse with a polite smile.
My Queen stands near the armoire. A large pile of succulent lobster remains. As the door closes behind the y
