She looked over her shoulder and said, "Come on!" Like the smart guy that I am, I followed.She was shucking out of her skirt as I came through the doo.... Once again, she was completely, gloriously naked. I don't think I'll ever get tired of seeing her like that. She patted the bedspread and I sat down. Carefully she climbed into my lap, and kissed me again. Nose to nose, she said, "I fucked up, and I know it. That was rude, and embarrassing to you. And while I apparently get off on being a bit. Before long I had other boys coming to me to suck their cocks. If every girl at school did it, why were they coming to me? It didn’t take long to get the reputation of a cock sucking slut. Suck one cock and you’re labeled for life. I had two choices, run away from it or embrace it. I chose the later because I loved the taste of cum, even though there wire similarities in taste, there were subtle differences. By the time I was in high school (6 months after this all started) I had got pretty. He and Ellen made up the rest of the group. Henry could tell that Her Majesty was less than enthusiastic about this intrusion during her time away.However, the Duke, normally quite a crusty fellow, was positively friendly. It was he who ordered a bottle of thirty year-old Macallan Fine Oak to be opened. He and Henry were the only ones who partook of this heavenly treat. The other gentlemen and the ladies stuck to champagne to toast Henry.The somewhat impatient mood of the monarch disappeared. Three I would guess, by the feel of it, and how many times Mr. Facelli came inside me, again I could only guess. At least once for I could feel a warmth that was not my own inside of me. My first reaction was to simply continue moaning, allowing my body to be used like it has been so many times in the past, to do what made everyone in this world fall instantly in love with me, or at least males. But when I came to the realization of where I was, and just who was using me… my second reaction was.