She was happy, content, and sexually satisfied by Sir Lancelot. He knew precisely what to do and how to do it so as to provide the Queen with glorious... royal orgasms. Lancelot considered it one of his duties as well as his pleasure to make sure Lady Guinevere was not deprived of being totally and continually sexually gratified. But when Sir Lancelot was sent on a mission by King Arthur and the King was gone as well, the queen had no one to satisfy her sexual desires and needs. She was royally. She stopped for a moment and looked up at me and said, ‘Are you sure you’re ok with this?’ I cleared my throat and said, ‘If your up to the challenge, I don’t see why not! Besides (looking down at my erection) doesn’t it look like I’m ok with this?’ She then asked if I would go and get a condom from the bathroom cabinet. I got up to look for the condoms. We hadn’t used any in a couple of years and I was worried I might not find any. To my relief, I found two of them in a little box and returned. He'd been friendly and intimate with me for the last eighteen months. He'd never hesitated to tell about life as a brickie, being knocked off his motor bike by Elizabeth. He'd even told me about modelling clothes for Benjamin's friend Tony. And now he wasn't even trying to soften the blow when he told me that the assignment that took me half-a-term was pathetic.He sighed. "Sarah. I need to talk about some personal things - " he hesitated, " - your relationship with my wife, Elizabeth. You did. Christ I nearly came in my trousers.‘Beautiful’ was about all I could muster.I almost had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. ‘Mike I’ve wanted you ever since we first met. Come and kiss me’.I climbed onto the bed next to her. I kissed her – slowly at first and then more and more passionately as I got turned on. My cock was as hard as an iron bar. I began to rub my hands over her body. I unhooked her bra and let her tits spill free. They looked so sexy. Not too big but not too small.