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INRODUCTION WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature and should not be read by anyone who is under the age of 18 or a not ready or willing to read such material. First Amendment: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All information is the creation of the author's imagination. All persons, alive or dead, or events portrayed or depicted in this story are fictional and any resemblance to real people, organizations or incidents is purely coincidental. Warning 1. About the story Home Invasion III sex scene: The story is not advocacy fiction. The story involves consensual sex between a teenage girl posing as pre-teen and a man over 40. The story is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 2. Do not try this at home. The characters in the story are professionals and can not be injured, killed, ill or become pregnant. The events depicted in the story are dangerous, possibly immoral and are illegal in most states (check your local laws.) 3. Statement on incest and under age sex I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest seems different. Actually there seems to be a biological aversion to incest. Usually people are only attracted to close relatives when they have been raised apart. However there are exceptions. Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, the difference in power between the two maybe so great, that there can be no consent. This is not always the case but laws are made for the greatest good for the greatest number and are not made for any one individual case. If an act is kept private and no one is harmed then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public or once someone is hurt then it becomes society's business. Home Invasion III Sex Scene By Ho Masubi Jill's father said "I hope you aren't going to be jealous." "We are just going to have to trust each other when it comes to sex because we are both going to have use sex to survive." "You are right. It's not like we can get divorced. "Daddy hopefully everything will calm down and we can become monogamous but until then if you need a sex and you can get it go for it." "Yes but what are you going to be doing when I am out screwing Odette Bonheur?" Jill smiled and said, "While you are busy with Odette, I am going to seduce a prince." Jill peeked into the drawing room and saw Monsieur Charles. She entered and sat down on the other side of the room. A new guest said, "I remember seeing you in the 'Rapper Jeans ads'?" Well I suppose so. I only found out about the furor last week." "You must be very proud?" "I already created a similar sensation about two years ago. They say Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand ships well my butt sold a million jeans." "Your butt, what do you mean?" "Stratus Jeans launched an ad campaign with just me in the picture wearing the jeans. You could see my face and my body but the picture focused on my behind. At the top of the picture a suggestive text which read, 'Everyone Wants My.' The next page had one word 'Jeans.' The sales increased after the ad but to boost interest even further the company planted stories calling the ads child pornography. The so called scandal caused the ad to be run on the news and on talk shows which reached new market segments. When the controversy spread outside of the country they decided to introduce the jeans into Asia and Australia and the publicity made the jeans a top seller. The President of the company said he knew nothing about the ads because he was out of the country. In reality he planned the photo shoot and approved every picture. He was very hands on, if you know what I mean." Odette asked, "Don't tell me he was grabbing your butt?" "The poor man got so excited at one time he was actually humping me like a dog." "How horrible for you." "It only happened a few seconds before the man caught himself and stopped. He felt embarrassed and apologized. I felt no attraction for him but I felt very flattered." Another woman said, "Weren't you afraid?" "Not with everyone around. He showed no malice only boyish lust." "But he broke the rules." "Of course but that's why I felt so flattered. Parker Marketing guaranteed my ads sold over a million extra jeans world wide. The record still stands and people in the business say no one will break it. But what means more to me is people all over the world find me attractive." Odette said, "My God Jill you are a breath of fresh air. I wonder what you feel about the enmity between our country and yours. Don't you feel the Americans are being unfair." "Enmity I know of no enmity between our countries, only a lover's quarrel and no one is fair in a lovers quarrel." "A lovers' quarrel?" "France and America are two sides of the same coin. The French feel the Americans are arrogant and the Americans feel the French are arrogant. Actually they both recognize their own greatness." So you feel the French are a great people?" "The French painted pictures 1000s of years before other people knew the meaning of the word." Sarah Vestri said, "What do you mean?" and Prudence answered, "She means the caves around here: The famous cave paintings." Jill continued, "Critics said the paintings were too sophisticated to be painted by cavemen but they were 'French Caveman' for God sake of course they were sophisticated." Prudence said, "The thought of a French caveman seems quite amusing." "In any case the Americans accuse the French of being artists and the French accuse the Americans of being cowboys. If the truth be told cowboys admire artists and artists often wish they were cowboys." Odette seemed agitated, "But Jill, Americans accuse the French of cowardice." "Well that's a lie the French are the best fighters but France or should I say the French need a king." "Don't tell me you're a monarchist." "Not for America but the French need a king in peace and especially in war. With a strong leader they can conquer anyone. After all Napoleon conquered all of Europe." "What about Russia?" "That's why they need a Frenchmen to lead them. The French know clothes, but Napoleon being Corsican, didn't know the importance of hiring a good tailor." "Tailor? You think his soldier suffered defeat because of their uniforms?" "All history comes down to fashion. The buttons on the French soldiers' uniforms were made of tin. In a beautiful warm place like Bordeaux tin makes a great button but in the freezing Russian winter the buttons crumbled and the soldiers coats opened up and they froze. They couldn't even keep their pants up. It's an amusing picture even if it is tragic, the greatest soldiers in the world, running into battle, with their pants dropping around their knees. What a tragedy if the French ruled Europe much suffering could have been avoided. No ruler surpassed Charlemagne. The French are natural leaders but without a king they can do nothing. Then there is Joan of Arc because of fashion, she made short shrift of the English." Monsieur Charles's voice rang out, "You would make a great Joan of Arc. You are even her age." "Sorry monsieur but I couldn't bear to be her. Her story is much too tragic." Monsieur Charles said, "But what of her great victories for France?" "At what cost, her biography clearly states she cut her hair short and round in the fashion of young men of the time.' In the Middle Ages mirrors were rare so the poor woman simply had no idea what she did to herself. The French soldiers would face death at the hands of the English then have to look at Joan. Monsieur Charles said, "The English captured her and put her on trial and forced her to say she was a witch. Then they cruelly executed her anyway breaking their agreement. " "Few people understand the truth. The English kept their agreement. She wanted to be burned at the stake it was an act of mercy. What was cruel, was during her trial, the English made her look in a mirror. Once she realized how terrible she looked, she did the only thing she could and agreed to do anything the English wanted in exchanged for being burned at the stake." Jill let the conversation move on. She stood and walked towed the doors to the garden. On the way out she looked at Charles and trapped his eyes with hers. Jill sat down on a stone wall facing the house waiting. Soon Monsieur Charles walked up to her and gave a bow. Jill jumped up and stood before him. He extended his hand and said "Charles-Philippe d'Orléans, Prince of Aquitaine, at your service." Jill took his hand and curtsied at the same time. "Jill Davenport and I feel honored to meet you." "My dear I fear I inadvertently offended you. I avoided you but it's hard for me to say why." "I know why. You want to fuck me." Monsieur Charles bowed his head. Jill said "You know I feel flattered." "You mean you directed your remarks at me." "Yes but they're true none the less. I need to talk to you." "But how could you tell my feelings." "I could see them written all over you." Monsieur Charles looked even more embarrassed. "As a model I notice such things but I doubt anyone else saw a thing." "I fear even kissing your hand might cause me to lose control. You and your father are honored guests of the Guermantes. They told me of your committed relationship with your father and I respect that and you." "We are monsieur but these are desperate times for us and I need your friendship." "You have it of course, my dear." Jill said, "I have a proposal your majesty." 'Please call me Charles or duc." "Alright let's sit down so we can talk." They walked into the herb garden and sat on a bench. Charles said, "And what is this proposal of which you speak?" "I am talking about a special friendship and to secure that friendship I propose to offer you a special experience." "You must mean a sexual experience." "You're correct Monsieur." The duc smiled and said, "This isn't necessary. We are already friends." "I need to impress you before we discuss an alliance. Just follow the instructions in the note and save your questions for after. I must leave before you press me further." The duke, Charles-Philippe d'Orléans; pretender to the throne of France, called the duc by his friends, brought his horse to a halt. The forest trail disappeared under a solid wall of brush. The narrow path through the forest left little room to turn around. He took out Jill's note admiring the thin blue lines which formed themselves in beautiful script and the hand drawn map; both a work of art and perfectly accurate. He compared Jill's map with the map on the screen of his blackberry. The special government issued GPS in the Blackberry showed his position within inches. He realized both maps agreed and the way lay forward into the wall of brush. The duc feared riding into solid brush but he feared missing his first sexual experience with Jill even more. He often fantasized about American girls but after meeting the 14-year old model he realized this girl surpassed all his dreams. She looked like a golden, blue-eyed Heidi Klum. Yet her ability to change her look made her appear to be a different person every time they met. She said she wanted to impress him but he wondered how he could possibly be more impressed. . The duc drove the horse toward the wall as an act of faith. A hidden trip opened the brush wall like a door and the duc rode into a hidden meadow filled with wild flowers. . The duc rode to an enormous tree which sat on top of a steep hill in the middle of the meadow. He laid a blanket under the spreading Chestnut tree and took out a picnic basket. Then he unsaddled the horse and let him graze at the bottom of the hill. He couldn't help thinking the beauty of the trees and flowers made the trip worthwhile no matter what happened. . He looked across the meadow. At times he caught a glimpse of something white out of the corner of his eye but it disappeared when he tried to look at it. He felt like a lottery winner, still a little worried waiting to hear the official announcement. A straw-hat with ribbons fell at his feet. He picked up the hat looking for its origin but saw nothing. She catapulted up over the crest of the hill in full charge her arms and legs furiously pumping, her white frilly dress pressing against her breasts with her long blond hair streaming behind. She looked up and for a moment all the duc could see were her blue eyes widening in shock. He prepared for the collision planning to protect this perfect golden girl who clutched a bedraggled bouquet of wild flowers in her left hand. He raised his arms to catch her and turned his head when both her legs thrust forward and she bounced off the ground spun completely around, slid and stumbled toward him. He reached out but she hovered above him both arms windmilling; her blue eyes wider then before, she righted herself and said, "Oh monsieur." Enchanted the duc forgot about Jill. Her features matched Jill's but she seemed so different and besides this girl must have been around 10 years old. The girl frowned and mumbled under her breath something about curtsy. She reached for her skirt pointed one foot behind her and pitched forward stumbled and righted herself. She looked up narrowed her eyes, clenched her teeth, grabbed her skirt and twitched a curtsy. She gave a sigh of relief and her face took on a look of concern. "I apologize for my clumsiness I am most wretched." The duc noted the girl spoke French from this part of France but from a time long ago. Yet her speech seemed perfectly natural. . He handed her the hat. "Thank you monsieur I have imposed on you most dreadfully. I keep losing my hat. My sisters tell me I am clumsy and dim-witted and I fear they're right." The poor thing seemed so exhausted from her chase he asked her to sit down. "My dear please join me, you need to catch your breath." "I am out of breath monsieur but not from the running. I like running. Not after hats you understand. No my breathlessness comes from the fear that I might have run into you and touched someone so far above me." "My dear your touch would be most welcome. Please sit down and have a glass of wine." She squatted down in front of him fell backwards and her legs shot up in the air. The girl continued until her dress rode halfway up her back. The duc could see her petticoat and long white stockings held up with lace garters. Then he saw her smooth golden pussy. The girl rocked back and forth trying to right her self. Then she turned over violently and pulled her dress down. She sat up and promptly began to cry. "What's wrong?" Between tears she said, "I am crying because I have offended you by exposing a certain part of myself that girls are forbidden to show to any man, much less to an august person like yourself." "Nonsense I like looking at your pussy." "You do?" said the blushing girl between sobs." "Of course I do. Like the rest of you it's very beautiful." "But that can not be so. Girls are the most wretched of creatures and I am the most wretched of girls." "Why do you say that? Your beauty dazzles my eyes." "My sisters say I am plain but I fear I'm ugly." "My dear you are far more beautiful then any of the flowers in your bouquet." "May I give them to you sir for your kindness?" "Oh no my dear it is I who should be bringing flowers to you. She said, "Please take them their beauty shames me." What would you say if I kissed these flowers?" "You are a noble man and beautiful flowers deserve your kisses. No one could bear to kiss someone as ugly as me." And the girl burst into tears. He kissed her on the cheek and when he started to kiss her neck she began to giggle. She bent to block his onslaught but he burrowed into her and by this point the girl was quite out of control with laughter. After the duc came up for air, she smiled and said, "Your kisses drove all my silly tears away." "Good from now on you must resolve not to call yourself wretched or ugly." "But why, monsieur I'm an inferior creature?" "Who told you such a silly thing?" "My sisters told me and I think it's true. I believe that I am shameful and wretched." "You are a lovely girl why do you believe what they say?" "Men seem totally wonderful to me. When I see men like you my only desire is to be in their company and please them." "My dear, that's because you have a kind and loving heart not because you are wretched." "It can not be so." She stopped and thought and then she smiled. "But a man like you knows everything." She stopped and thought again. "Now that I think about it, I realize that I was quite blind. Perhaps even a girl like me can offer something of value. You are so wise my only wish is for you to instruct me in all things." "First let me get you a glass of wine." He turned, looking for the wine bottle and felt such a gentle kiss on his cheek he wondered if it were real, He turned back carefully and saw the girl looking down at her lap picking at the fabric of her dress. "Did you kiss me?" "I acted brazenly but your beauty so overwhelmed me I forgot myself." . The duc lifted her chin and looked her in the eye and said, "As your teacher I demand you satisfy yourself in this matter," "How so monsieur?" "You must kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many times as you like." She jumped up, slammed into him, and wrapped her arms around his neck so tightly he almost choked. She kissed him hard on the cheek several times. Then she turned and framed his mouth with her hands and gave him two lingering lip kisses. The kisses stunned him. Before he knew it she kissed his ear and ran her tongue inside. The duc felt pure ecstasy, his skin turned to gooseflesh and he felt dizzy and aroused. . When his mind cleared he saw the girl sitting her eyes cast down and her cheeks burning. "Are you quite satisfied my dear," "For now monsieur." "All right, be still because if you kiss me while I pour our wine I may feel dizzy and spill it. I wish you to be refreshed because I plan to take you on an arduous journey: one you will nonetheless be grateful for. He handed the stemmed wine glass to the girl. Ignoring the stem she wrapped her hands around the top of the glass and drank. "My dear you must not drink from a glass the way you drink from a cup." "But monsieur I never drank from a glass before. All we have in our house are earthenware cups. Have I displeased you?" "Not at all, I am your teacher and instructing you is my pleasure." He said, "Watch me." He picked up his glass and showed her how to hold it and drank. She picked up the glass with such grace that he could not help staring. When she drank he realized her lips were actually ruby red. The movement of her lips as she drank left him mesmerized. He forgot himself and watched her beautiful lips as she drank. Even after she finished he kept thinking of her beauty and imagining what her lips could to. She looked up and said, "Monsieur you hardly touched your wine." The duc stopped staring and took a drink. She said "You wine tastes wonderful. I feel grateful for your lessons but an ignorant girl like me must bore you." "Nonsense, I never felt so happy." He kissed her hand and said, "Another glass perhaps?" "No monsieur, the wine made me feel wonderfully giddy. But now I long for you to teach me something I might do to please you, if such a thing is possible." The duc smiled and said, "May I instruct you in the art of love?" "Monsieur is too kind. As you taught me I love men I desire your instruction in this matter." "First I need to know about any previous instruction." "Surely you can tell by my clumsy manner and shyness I have never been alone with a man before, except my Pop Pa of course." "But young men live nearby do they not?" "Alas my small village only contains girls and old men." . "Come lie with me." They lay down facing each other. He said, "Open your mouth." The girl complied and the duc gently inserted his tongue. Soon he was kissing her in earnest. After several kisses the duc kissed her deeply. He broke the kiss and started kissing the girl's face. "Your tongue feels wonderful in my mouth. You honor me by putting an organ of yours in my body." "The honor is all mine." . After several deep kisses the duc said, "My dear child, I love you." "Kind sir, I cannot help feeling your glorious kisses are but a prelude to something more?" "My dear, I wish you to grow used to my being in you, because I plan to fuck you." "Momma says no word can approach the filth contained in the word fuck. And if the word is dirty then the act must be more so." "I fear you mother spoke the truth. But I remain steadfast in my intent to fuck you. . Do you expect to feel shame as a result of our fucking?" "No monsieur I feel honored you chose me to sin with you. Our conspiracy creates a secret world that only we can enter and binds us together for all-time. If we ever see each other again we will smile at our secret." "My precious child you're willingness to sin with me exceeds the honor of my being chosen the secret head of Homeland Security for France." . The girl said "If you wish to fuck me then I desire it also. Unfortunately I fear my ignorance will lead to your disappointment. How might I aid you in this endeavor?" The duc stood up and exposed his erect penis. She knelt before him her eyes locked on his member. Still staring she reached for it and pulled back. "What is wrong?" "I need permission to touch something so beautiful." "But my dear, remember I charged you to kiss me whenever and wherever you like and as many times as you like?" The girl wrapped both hands around his penis and kissed its head. She moved his penis allowing her eyes to travel over every inch. The duc saw growing delight in her eyes. She said, "Its beauty so overwhelms me that knowing its purpose makes it more attractive. I cannot resist." She ran her tongue over his member repeating the journey of her eyes. She pushed it into her mouth allowing it to slide down her throat. She repeated the process several times. Then she wrapped her tongue around his manhood and sucked it like a nipple. Finally she removed her mouth gasping for air and said, "My greed has left me breathless." . The duc stepped back and sat down behind the girl and unbuttoned her dress. Then the girl pulled the dress over her head and the duc said to her, "Take off your petty coat but leave on your stockings and shoes." . He removed all of his clothes as the girl stripped at his command. His eyes drank over her nude form and then he started to go down on her. On the way he noticed her breasts and started licking her nipples. He took one her breasts completely into his mouth and gave it a deep sucking while he fondled the other. Then the girl said, "Sir, my other breast calls for your attention." The duc complied by deeply sucking her other breast. . Soon he could hold back no longer and pushed his tongue up her virginal organ. He could feel that she was wet, very wet. The duc lapped up her juices and they tasted musky and sweet at the same time. He had never tasted anything as wonderful as this girl's pussy. Her juices tasted like wine and made him feel intoxicated. . Then he found her clit and licked it and felt her become more aroused. She started stroking his hair and raising her pelvis off the blanket. He held on to her as her hips slowly rose and fell and he gently licked her pussy lost in the bliss of serving her. The duc felt her slow growing excitement. Her muscles tightened and the skin on her face became taught. She put the soles of her feet on the blanket took her hands and pushed down on the back of the duc's head thrusting her pussy upward into his mouth. The duc ran his tongue up her hole and was rewarded with cries of pleasure. Then she desperately ground her herself against his face. The duc licked her clit and he inserted his finger and rubbed the base of her pussy. She exploded with excitement fell back on the blanket. She writhed around on the blanket in excitement as the duc pleasured her. "Aaaaa ooooah ouooooaaaah. My God in heaven; Oh, Oh, ahhhh" The girl kept coming and the duc kept doing everything he could to prolong her pleasure. Her cries gradually turn to moans and then she lay panting as the duc planted gentle kisses on her vagina. . He stroked the side of her face, kissed her lips and held his cheek against hers. She said, "What happened?" The duc pulled back so he could see her face. He said, "You came in my mouth, my dear." The girl raised her head and said, "I am sorry I lost control." The duc kissed her lips and said, "Your coming in my mouth was something I most desired." "But isn't coming in your mouth like going the bathroom in your mouth?" "Yes, my child I fear it is." "How is it possible to desire such a thing?" "Your beauty makes me proud that the pleasure that I gave you was so intense, you were driven beyond all reason. Moreover I so worship you that I crave nothing more then to debase myself before you. You are so wonderful that I would be proud if you actually went the bathroom in my mouth." The girl looked confused and then smiled a smile that could only be described as beatific. She put her lam against his cheek and said, "Oh monsieur you do love me. Please allow me to serve you, as you have served me, I long to debase myself also." . The duc started rubbing his penis up and down against her pussy and the girl pulled herself open easing his entry. He lined his penis up against her hole and pushed forward entering her. She let out a little cry and said, "Oh my god you're in me." He pushed his penis in and out slowly making progress. He felt such love that he would have gladly died for her. The duc was in bliss but was inpatient to gain full access but his concern made him hold back. . "I cannot stand my pussy's resistance to you. Please let me get on top." They rolled over keeping her impaled. She held the duc's hands to steady herself and lifted until only the head of his penis remained. Then with reckless abandon, she slammed halfway home. The girl clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and squeezed the duc's hands so hard they hurt. His pain and the sight of her on him made him come but after a few bursts he regained his composure. He became aware of her expression and he said, "I never wanted to hurt you?" The girl looked him in the eye and said, "My pain means nothing compared to your pleasure." As if afraid he would stop her she rose up fell on his sword harder then before. He heard her sobbing and saw only two inches remained. Then in a grave voice the girl said, "Sir if you truly love me you must rape me and rape me with out mercy. Possessed by her words the duc's body took control and in one motion they rolled over together and the duc thrust home to spite the girl's cries. Completely inside the duc stopped and allowed the girl to adjust. He never felt anything so wonderful as her pussy shaping itself around his penis. He started grinding himself against her and felt her stiffen with pleasure. When he looked down he saw she forgot her tears and her face showed she was consumed with lust. The duc increased his pace and slid in and out. He looked down and she seemed perfect in his eyes. He kissed her passionately and said, "You are wonderful my dear," . He increased his speed and fucked her faster and faster. He could feel the girl's growing excitement. Then he lost it and started fucking her as fast as he could. He overshot his mark and was too excited to come. He lay exhausted and then he took his well lubricated penis out of her and rubbed her clit with his penis causing the girl to squirm with pleasure. . She writhed under him moaning when he entered her. He fucked her slowly at first and gently increased the pace concentrating on the girl's reaction until their pleasure became one. The duc kept focusing on keeping their pleasure at the same level. They were both carried away by his fucking. He fucked her faster and faster but they remained together in passion. Then pleasure finally broke through and the duc exploded into her. The duc kept pumping his come into her. The girl came and her pussy started throbbing which milked his penis just came and came again helped by the gentle pulsing of her little pussy. . The duc slid out of her so he could kiss her deeply. After and long passionate kiss they rolled over so the girl lay on top of him with her head on his chest. The duc stroked her hair and gave her gentle kisses. Then it struck him that the experience was going to end eventually and he tightened his hold. "What's wrong monsieur?" The duc said, "It's just that time passes my dear." The girl lifted her head and looked at him. "I was hoping you would take me with you. You see I have run away and I have no place to go." . The duc's face darkened. "Have you been mistreated?" "Oh no monsieur I have decided to see the world." The duc was doubly relieved; the girl hadn't been mistreated and he would have more time with her. "Nothing would please me more then to have you come with me. They got dressed and the duc saddled his horse. He swung her up on the horse's back and joined her in the saddle. Holding her in front they kissed and rode off together. He woke in the early evening thinking he never had sex like that. He needed a nap after their last session. He remembered they took a nap together but when he reached for her he knew she was gone. He wondered if could find her before returned to her village. He feared she might get lost. Then it hit him the little girl never existed. Now he understood why Jill called it an experience rather then a rendezvous. Riding the horse helped but after he saw the girl he stopped thinking and accepted everything. Then he realized he told her secrets he promised never to reveal to anyone even under torture. He needed to talk to Jill, Charles-Philippe d'Orléans came downstairs. He thought about what he would say to Jill but he had no answer. As he approached the drawing room he could hear people laughing. The Guaranties' always had the most sophisticated guests. No one was an innocent here especially when it came to sex. They were well educated libertines from good families who were at home in any western country. As for jokes this group could be making a pun about Jacques Chirac being a puppet called Supermenteur one moment and laughing at an absolutely filthy American joke the next. The duc stood at the entrance to the drawing room. He could hear Jill holding court. She was speaking in both French and English. She was seated on a sofa with her back to him. Her hair was brushed straight back and she was wearing a red velvet dress. The simplicity of her dress should have made it obvious that she was 14 but instead she seemed to be in her 20s. The Duc of Orleans wondered who this girl really was. Was she, the girl in the jeans commercials, an American teenager who loved her father, a sophisticated woman in her 20s or that precious little girl? He thought he would slip in unnoticed but the moment he set foot in the room Jill stood up and gave the briefest of curtsies and then said, "Our sovereign has arrived." Everyone rose and nodded. Normally an act such as this would annoy him but his uncertainty made her acknowledgment a relief. The duc responded in English. "Jill I am no one's sovereign: Rather I am yours to command." "My dear duc I haven't seen you for days and I was worried. Come sit next to me and assure me that you are safe." The duc walked over to her and Jill took the duc's arm and said, "We Americans lost our New Orleans to Katrina and I couldn't bear it if the original Orleans was lost also. They sat down together and Jill said, "Promise me that you will avoid Katrina at all costs." Someone said, "But Jill you can't blame Katrina for New Orleans it was really the fault of the American people for electing your president Bush." "He is not my president. Besides it is unfair to blame all Americans for electing Bush it was the men who were to blame. The women opposed him but they couldn't get enough men to help. Ask any American woman and she will tell you how hard it is to find an American man who is willing to lick bush." There was a pause and the room burst into laughter. Jill whispered, "This is a good time to slip away." Outside the duc said, "I can't believe what I told you. I didn't even think it was you." "Have no fear. You must know I can keep secrets. If I knew your position in the French Government I wouldn't have given you the experience. Once you started telling me thinks I was the little girl and I didn't understand what you were saying." "You mean you actually thought you were her?" "I didn't just think it I was her and that's how I'm so convincing. I hope you're impressed?" "Yes, of course; I had no idea anyone could cast a spell like you cast on me. I can think of many ways you can help France and me. I only hope I can pay you back in kind." "Things are very desperate for us and it turns out we need each other more then we both thought." ____________________________________ This is a girl power story; stories where with consent and romance where everyone has power and enjoys sex but no one becomes pregnant or is raped, assaulted, tortured or murdered. Let me know if you like girl power stories. Email homasubi...@fastmail.fm remove the ... of course. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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