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So here I am in London hotel looking outside my window I was debating if giving Eva the script was a good idea or not. I had been on a bit of a role as far as writing for the movies go and this script was one of the several dream projects, I had that I was hoping would become a reality. My thinking was interrupted by a knock at my door, I opened it up and low and behold Eva Green was there. “So, what do you think?” I asked as she walked in the room, she sat down on my bed and bought me in for a passionate kiss. “I love it and more importantly I would like to produce it. How long do you plan on staying here?” I told her that my plane left tomorrow afternoon and that I had some work to do in New York. She smiled, sat me down in the soft chair and began to undo my pants “Then I don’t have long, Now tell me master what can your pet do to make sure you come back here quickly. She then pulled out a leather leash and then removed her scarf to show me the brown collar that she had wrapped

I sat on my knees looking up at Mistress Eva. Her smile was full of warmth and love, her dazzling eyes the sweetest kind of blue. “So, you wish to conquer me pet, you want me to fall to my knees and worship you?” She bent down and put my face in her hands “Well you’re going to have to earn it darling just like you’re going to have to earn my love.” Eva sat back on the couch and hiked up her skirt removed her black satin panties and let them dangle on the edge of her pointer finger. “Crawl over here and burry your face in my forest then once You’ve tasted my honey, I want you to wrap these around your cock.” I gave a nod of compliance and began to lick Eva’s warm pussy; I knew I was doing something right when I heard her let out a string of pleasant cures in French “Oh Cest bon! Oui! Mistress Rebecca wasn’t lying when she said you had a very gifted tongue.” She was on the verge of her third orgasm when she turned around put her face to the wall and then opened up her ass cheeks “Now be

Queen Anne had been searching for her jester all morning. Her husband the King had been away in Paris working on a friendship with the King of France. It had been almost six months since the country’s battle with their much more illustrious southern rival. And her jester and companion Finch had been by her husband and father’s side since the start of the conflict. Finch had come into her family’s service since her father had visited Lagos. Anne had found Finch in the library putting his pen to the parchment and entertaining some of their staff. “There you are I have been looking all over for you.” Finch who was wearing a simple shirt and lite weight gray pants looked up from his work he had three distinct battle scars on his face there was a slash from the top of his left eyebrow down to the bottom of his eye, a set of stiches around his left jaw. Each facial scar was the mark of a previous battle, he had several more on his chest. “Sorry my lady I must have lost track of time.” She