" Yes." I nodded.Frieda picked up her margarita glass and took a big slug of it, then put it down and played for a moment with a water ring on the tab...e. "Could I, like, get a dog collar?"I grinned. "Spikes, or those diamond-shaped metal studs?" Oh, spikes, of course." She began to smile."You'll have to take it off if I decide to suck your neck, or whatever," I teased."That's fine, I'm sure..." She drew some more pictures in the water. "What am I signing up for, exactly?" The standard concubine. R-Really? I asked between gasps. Mhmmmm. She hummed into my ear as I felt another hand grab my balls and fondle them lightly. I still do. Christie whispered kissing the right side of my neck up and down small little kisses making me shutter and my knees week. I had to sit down on the bench or else I would have fallen on the floor. Christie still slowly stroked my dick standing in front of me. Do you like my outfit? She asked. Uh-huh I muttered and nodded. Christie took her hand off of my dick. She opted for an engagement longer than they had even been dating for, and 6 months later, in fall as Jessica was convinced that she was prettier in the sun-starved ambers and golds of dying leaves, they we’re married in an outdoor ceremony that could only be described as elegant. They had a postcard life, dave working for his father’s real-estate company as chief financial officer, with jessica using her natural good looks and charm to sell houses. She had that ease of true beauty, a. She realized what he must have been thinking. Here she was; she'd just given her husband the King a hand job almost in public, and when asked what she thought about his future tan, 'well... she'd just been aroused by her husband, nothing to feel guilty about, ' she thought.Never the less, Genevieve said quickly, "Charles please don't tease me. I'm going to rest for a little while. Will you tell the King to come up and wake me before the midnight festivities? I think I've had a little too much.