Then S told me every time I took her sexually she would make the fat b lick her clean. I smiled what else could I do. S then told me she promised the ...at b she would get me to fu*k her. I'm not going to lie I was already ready to f that fat b before S even said that but i acted like I was opposed to the idea. S then told me if I didn't do we was done forever. I still played my hand and shrugged like who cares. The fat b looked so sad I wanted to laugh. S called my bluff she. " Arabella smiled and kissed his cheek once more. Then they went into the dining room."Ah, Arabella my dear! So is this the hero you have been going on about?" Yes, it is, father. David Simmons, this is my father King Breckenridge."David knelt and bowed his head. "Your Majesty." Arise, my good man." The King then waved to the table filled with all sorts of foods "Shall we?"The three sat down at the huge heavy oak table, the King at the head with Princess Arabella on his left and David sitting. This movement placed her face even closer to the sheer white nylon covering my groin and there are no aesthetically correct or poetically apt words for it, my hardon raged! It jutted straight up and I found that the elastic waist-band of the panties was bisecting the mouth of my penis painfully, forcing it agape while the gusset was pulled up tight against my smooth, rubber-dolly perineum forcing my testicles to almost pop through the leg openings. Madame's cheek gently rubbed against the. Debra tossed them at me and I smelled them and smeared them across my mouth proofing them with my tongue. I tasted a bit more that only pussy juice I thought, but I tossed them on the Bipasha to let her judge.She went a bit further, she stuffed the wet dripping crotch in her mouth and after she sucked the wetness, happily yelled, “Debra, you lost the holding game, you peed your panties ha ha, bonus for us! I will let you know your punishment later. Let’s play another game of cards. Last one.”We.