Queen Sheba Facesitting Novels & Stories

“Don’t touch anything!,” the Queen hissed and I sighed as I held back my hands. “Sit,” a voice said and we spun around quickly to see who it belonged to. It was a wrinkled woman who looked to be in her late seventies. I gulped,hoping that this wasn’t a mistake. I turned to the Queen who nodded and beckoned me to sit. She sat in a yoga style and I followed. I inched closer to the Queen, “ I hope this isn’t a mistake,” I said and she glared murderously at me and closed her eyes as if she was meditating.