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His family was a small and insignificant one compared to Lord Remington’s ancient House, and so his father never did ride around in fancy carriages like this one, where there was a whole mattress that could fit four or five people easily to sleep on. “Do you like it?” Lord Remington asked, noticing the young boy marveling at his carriage. Cameron nodded. “Yes. I’ve never been in one as nice as this before.” Lord Remington laughed and set himself down on the mattress, patting the spot beside him to invite the young boy to sit next to him. “Come on, you don’t want to be standing when we start moving. It can get rather bumpy.” And so Cameron heeded the old Lord’s warning and sat down Fucking a BBW beside him. But the moment he sat down next to Lord Remington, the old man put one arm around the youth, ruffling his short golden hairs as he inched closer to the boy. “You know, you’re going to have to start getting used to talking to people differently. You’re not Duke Eveur anymore, you’re a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last names, nothing about your past life.” Cameron looked up at the old Lord’s dark eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to know that he understood the implications of that. “And that means you’re going to have to learn to start calling people by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘Yes, my Lord’, or ‘No, my Lord’. Understand?” “Oh.” Cameron suddenly realized that he indeed wasn’t a Sex Bbw Big Boob Lord anymore, and had no right to talk to one in such a casual manner. “O-Of course, my Lord.” He bowed his head, breaking eye contact with Lord Remington. “My apologies.” “Ah, there’s no need for any of that now,” Lord Remington smiled. “I was just letting you know so you’ll understand how things have to be not to Fat Guy Sex blow your cover from now on. 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