Poll time, menu's up (Patreon)

A Lord Picks His Bride Into the final line up, my dear. In this great palace, hand picked, and soon to be... tested. In your finest dress, to be torn off, of course. In your best makeup, with your hair up, ready to be spoiled. If you pass, he'll keep you. Lap of luxury, the pampered pet. If you pass, it's a night in here, then a life out there.

The Single DILF With a Heart of Gold Dating is tricky, and lord knows finding a good guy is tricky. And this one... well he's... perfect. The whole 'being a single father' thing is... well it's almost endearing, and it certainly shows he's responsible. In any case... he's fucking delicious.

So... What Would Make You Feel Better? You're in therapy. Who isn't these days? He makes you feel better, the therapist, that is. Gets you through tough stuff, talks you through your issues... has big strong arms... and nice eyes.

Keeping Quiet with You Under my Desk This is dumb, this is really dumb, we're gonna get caught. I mean, what, we get the room to ourselves for a grand total of twenty seconds and the first thing you do is get under my desk and unzip my pants. I mean, shit, fantasies are one thing, but... you've cornered me here. Everyone's back now, and I've gotta keep quiet... no matter what you do. This is such a bad idea.