“Mmmm this feels too wet to be nervous… feels more like excited,” he said with a grin, slowly removing his hand.“Maybe a little of both,” I ...eplied, disappointed that he’d pulled away. But I took the opportunity to hike my skirt up a little more, exposing myself almost fully. I then slid down in the seat and spread my legs wider making him smile. He knew where this was going. Without hesitating I slid my middle finger into my wetness, lubricating it well, and then proceeded to rub my swelling. Taking a deep breath instead of speaking rashly, Dom Carlos chose his words carefully before answering Pedro's question."Excellency," Dom Carlos began with care, "I am not privy to the king's business and would never dream to question him on his desires. The king has ordered me here and I have obeyed that order as it is my duty to do so. My orders call for me to escort you to the palace and nothing else. Still I will say that much has occurred in the past week or so here at court and in the. Anyone outside this mutual arrangement -- outside this sexual arrangement and this friendship -- will look at us and say we are perverted and amoral. Susan would be cast as the slut and whore while I would be the uncaring, deviant husband pushing her to submit to degrading and disgusting sexual acts. The eight of you would be opportunistic men taking advantage of our depravity. And some would say we are going to hell -- at least Susan and I."William hadn't even looked up and I could see he was. .." Just like most of the cops I suspected. Of course, I quickly realized that there was an alternative. I tapped into my power yet again, then nearly orgasmed from the sensations in my nipples as I started firing two high-pressure blasts of milk from them. I aimed my boobs at the fire, then started to hose it down. I remained where I was, blasting the fire with huge amounts of breast milk, each of my nipples acting like a fire hose. The supply never even ran out, or showed any sign of doing.