"Oh fuck me daddy... Fuck your bad little girl's pussy... Fuck me hard and fast... Make me cum daddy.. Slam that big cock in my cunt... Ohh fuck me da...dy." Rang out from the TV.The more the young whore on the screen moaned the faster Paul's hand flew over his cock. Then all of a sudden he stood up and grabbed a towel. Holding it front Samantha watched as a stream of cum shot from his cock and into the towel. Samantha waited a few minutes to give him a chance to clean up before joined him and. “The Super Bowl? The fiasco?” Penny tittered lightly. Still she seemed unperturbed. “And? You don’t believe it?” John had heard some firm gossip. One of the juniors, a guy named Jason, had gotten a little too drunk after a late night of number crunching. Jason had opened up and spilled the beans on Penny’s Super Bowl fiasco. Penny had booked the corporate box for some grade “A” clients. Things had gotten completely out of control. Some of the clients got rather wasted. Some may have also got. She halfheartedly tried pulling away, but he just held her more tightly. He wasn't doing anything inappropriately, so she couldn't walk off the floor. She relaxed and went with the flow of the music. When the song ended and before they could leave the floor, another began. They continued dancing, but now, he was lifting her to her tiptoes. In this position, his semi-hard cock was rubbing against her clitoris. Everything looked normal to other people, but she was getting excited and very wet. An ominous belch from the royal.“Over the side, Junior.” I said that... “I don’t want to see it.” And that.“Shit ... too late.” Definitely me.“David. You’re in her way.” Junior said that.The walk from Ludbubble back to the boat was blessed with a fantastic sunset, warm gentle breezes, frothy yeasty burps and peaceful conversation.David had arranged a ride back to Pentwater ... they would pick him up at noon. That was part of the conversation. He had known the King’s nearly all his life.“Really.