When theking's death became known there would be sure to be a power struggle andI had better make my alliances and allegiances without delay. Buttonig...t I would celebrate with myself. I always had no doubt thatgetting revenge on the king was going to be easier than on the witch,but this was nevertheless a big victory. I laughed to myself as Ithought of the shameless display that I would make of playing thegrieving widow.I had found that I was unable to personally physically kill the king.That. .. uh... You like seeing his hard cock..." With each thrust of my cock, she rocked and bumped against his cock, rubbing it against her face and over her lips. "Seeing your wife sucking... his big hard cock... Oh, God... Fuck... " "Yesss!" I growled. I knew she was trying to bring me off with her words. And it was working. "What about you David? You like my husband's big cock... You want to suck my husband's cock... suck my husband's big dick for me while he fucks me..." I could hear David's. "Yes! Oh christ, YESSS!!!" She grabbed my hand when I reached up to stroke her breasts and held on ferociously. When she let go I eased two fingers into her box and slowly slid them in and out. She could tell what I was up to so she got a good chunk of her bottom lip in her teeth and bit hard. As my fingers got wetter from her and her breathing sped up, I sped up too. My tongue and lips were fast on her button and her helpless whines grew harsh as she arched her back. She drew very deep breath. During the days of silence, I had done a lot of thinking, putting myself in her place. While I knew that she was much stronger mentally and emotionally than I was... it came with the job... there was one inescapable fact. She had been sexually assaulted. Maybe it wasn't a surprise, and she had known it would happen for weeks, but still it had happened. A traumatic experience like that can't just be swept aside. If it was me, I would have trouble separating the pleasurable side of sex from the.