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“I'm ready to go.” “Almost there,” I said. Greta had actual experiencing saddling a horse. She grew up on a farm before she homemade found work in my father's castle first as a scullery maid and then as my bedmaid. She enjoyed riding Prancer, a gelding, as much as I loved Delicate. The stable door creaked open. I froze as one of the stable boys trooped in. It was so early. I wanted to be out of the castle at indian dawn. Why was he here at this hour? I heard him moving around, greeting the horses in with mumbling words that I almost couldn't understand. He paused. “Ees someone in t'ere wit' Delicate?” Hardcore I took a deep breath. This wouldn't ruin my escape plans. It couldn't I had every right to be here. “Nope, Babes I'm in with Prancer,” Greta said. She slipped out of her stall. “Hey there, cutie,” “Cutee?” the stable boy said, his mouth sounded like it was stuffed with raw fat. “Wot choo doin' here, maeed?” “Just getting the princess's horse ready. She wants to go for an early ride.” “Coulda done that for choo,” he said. “Be more 'n 'appy do it.” “Mmm, I bet you would be,” giggled Greta. She had such a whorish quality to her voice, purring like honey. “Big, strapping lad like you would've gotten done a lot faster, wouldn't you.” “Oy would,” he said, sounding so proud. I licked my lips. If he found out I was saddling my own horse, there would be questions. Princesses didn't do something so crass. “But choo a maeed, choos work up eem dem castle. Choo don't be doin' such work down heeere. “So Anthony,” she began confidently. I would be sleeping in the living room tonight on one of their couches, and since Shae's room was connected to Bailey's via a shared bathroom, Shae and Lizzie would also be sleeping in the living room on an air mattress to avoid annoying Bailey. "God, Laura," Babes Hardcore he said. I move to her and stand above her. I fed her, giving her some of the left over baked potato skins and some scraps of scallop and shrimp to go with her regular dry food. I trembled. She whispered into my ear, “David, I do love you so much.” I smiled and kissed her gently on the homemade lips. “Oh my God, when did you start shaving it all off?” she asked And then began her torment. “Yes,” I groaned indian aloud, distantly feeling the busty faerie squirming on my real flesh.