You know who I am, and you know what I love." She started sucking me again before pulling back to whisper, "You know I love to flirt, and I always wan... to fuck."She smiled sweetly as she slowly rubbed my cock across her nose and over her closed eyes. She pressed it between her naked breasts, sucking me as she titty-fucked herself. Pausing, she breathed hotly, "You know that I live for sex, and sucking cock."Climbing up my body to straddle me, she positioned my tip at the entrance to her. I’d shove my cock in your virgin mouth, because let’s face it, I’m certain Frank doesn’t make his good little housewife suck cock.”I licked my lips. “Oh, God…”My fingers had a mind of their own, because they turned up the intensity, sending shocks of violent waves through my pussy.I could hear his breathing, heavy and labored. He was touching himself, fantasizing about me.“I’m going to cum soon, I wish I was there to mark you with my cum.”I imagined Ken, the faceless stranger right here, his. She was housebound. Her father had already gone to work when her mother sent her back to bed and her mother prepared some soup that Jacqui could heat up at any time. As she lay in bed hoping the day would go fast she slipped off into a sleep.She woke about 5 hours later and felt a lot better although her nose was still blocked. Deciding that it was warm enough not to bother too much with clothes and with no one due to visit she went downstairs and made herself a cup of coffee. The soup. There was a tug on Colette’s arm. “Please, mistress,” Katarin said in a strained whisper, “Let’s go before he thinks we were spying on him.”Colette coolly regarded the mousy-haired young girl. The former king’s staff were given duties elsewhere, after the coup, and suddenly Colette and her four subordinates were saddled with the duty to take care of the entire royal apartments rather than the six-room suite King Roland kept for himself when he was a prince. Even if somehow the need to address.