She told me that Enrique was going to stop by during his lunch hour from his construction job, and that she would have a meal ready for him. She didn�...�t mention that they would be going to bed, but this was a given and didn’t need to be mentioned, though she would frequently say as much in the future, sometimes quite flatly and plainly. I responded cordially to her email and thanked her for letting me know. On Tuesday there was no such message. On Wednesday morning, however, I received another. Damn, I sure would not want to attack this place! There was a guard every 15 feet, and there were four of them at every junction of hallways. An assassin would have to be impossibly lucky to get through here. I knew that there had been several failed assassination attempts, and it was easy to see why they had failed.We entered a chamber that was remarkably comfortable for such an ornate palace and were invited to sit down. Slaves brought wine and sweets and were waved out of the room. There. His legs were so long, that I was at the perfect height standing behind him, and grabbed a hold of his hips and went to town. I went slow and deep, fast and deep, as hard as I could, and looked under him, and he was frigging Mr. Snake, who had already shot a big load on the floor, and just kept dribbling. He said it would keep on coming out as long as I fucked him because it was rubbing his potentate or some big word. Prostrate, that’s it. I guess I fucked him for about half an hour, until I. Finally, his cock was completely erect. He must have been a full 8 inches and thick enough to stretch my lips out and make my jaw sore. It was at this point that I became very concerned about being able to take him in my ass, and I knew for sure that he wouldn't take no for an answer. After fucking my face for several grueling slobbery tear-soaked minutes, he was ready to sodomize me. As he pulled away from my mouth he said, "Turn around and get that ass in the air." He wasn't asking, and I did.