You will take your rightful place as Queen of the Carpathians and I will be your King.” I question you, “Is that all you want of me?” He shakes...his head. “No, I want more. “What more could you possibly want?” He stares at me for a moment; a lonely and sad look on his face. “I want love.” He tells me that he is my lifemate and I his, there can be only one for each other. “My little one, when a Carpathian male turns 18 years of age, all color and emotions disappear from him. His life is not his. Once again they are touching me all over, they seemed fascinated by the color of my hair and my skin, I suppose here in this town I am considered to be a novelty, where as if I were at home in my town the situation would be reversed. The frumpy one kneels before me and reaches out and takes hold of my penis. Expertly she rolls it back and forth in here hand and it responds in kind and slowly thickens until eventually its fully hard. The smaller girl is behind me and pushing her sex into my. Very shortly a few guys wandered over obviously intrigued. To told slut to open her legs so her cunt rings were very visible. “Feel free to touch slut, she likes it” I said. Naturally this was an offer not to be refused. “Stand up slut legs apart, show then your tits they want to feel them” Slut obediently stood, hands roaming her body. Soon a crowd had gathered, hands exploring her body, breasts, arse, cunt. One guy was massaging her clit, soon his other hand slipped into her well-used cunt.. . the skirt was practically up to her waist. Chris smiled at his mother's embarrassment and led her into the restaurant. "Corner booth please," Chris said to the young female hostess. The young girl couldn't hide her surprise as she looked at the young man and then the obviously older woman... dressed like a slut. When they were seated at the booth, Chris turned and kissed his mother. When he pulled away, he said, "Take off the sweater, it's dark enough in here." "Chris," Allison protested, but.