She makes you the Royal Breasts Masseuse

Miranda looks at Drew. "I think you and Justin have done enough for now. I'm going to put you guys back where I found you."

Your two friends disappear. None of the other servants seem to notice.

"Now for you Jake," says Miranda. "I've always been hot for you, but in an I-hate-you-but-you're-smokin kind of way. So I think you should be the one on your knees and James should be my new Royal Breast Masseuse."

The arrogant smile leaves Jake's face, replaced with the look of **** desire you've had most of the morning. He looks intently at Queen Miranda's crotch as he works his way in front of her and kneels between her legs. He pushes his head into her crotch and Miranda lets out a little involuntary laugh as his tongue meets her cunt.

You realize that you no longer feel a **** need to eat her pussy. It would still be fun, but it's not an unquenchable desire any more. It's almost strange to be without that urge, almost lonely.

Then you look up and see Miranda's magnificent breasts. They're heavenly perfection, round and full. They even glint in the light a little from the baby oil. Every molecule of you begs to serve them.

"Oh, Royal Breast Masseuse," calls Miranda as she curls a finger, beckoning you. "It's time for you to do your duty!"

You walk forward, barely able to retain the composure mandated by your position. You step behind the Queen's desk chair and reach around it. You take heavy handful in each hand and work the regal breasts carefully.

"Ooo, that's nice!" says Miranda. "I think you have a little better technique than my old masseuse. I could spend all day just sitting here with you on my breasts and Jake between my legs. But there's something I need to look up."

She begins typing on her computer again. You could probably peak around her shoulder and see what she's doing, but it's not important. The only thing that matters is the feel of the royal mounds in your hands. You know these feelings are implanted by her wishes, but it just feels so good to run your palms over her nipples, then sink you fingers into her soft flesh. The next several minutes go by in a dreamlike haze of happiness.

"Ah," says Miranda. "Just as I thought."