I am naked and I put my hand down between my legs. I am still wet, well what do you expect, I am in a continual state of horniness, a good fuck would ...e nice, a fat cock to sit on would provide enough friction for a well earned orgasm, but fucking nothing, too late a check-in and the bar was closed too.I walk to the room door, take a deep breath and open it fully. Now I stand framed in its framework, my long legs akimbo and my arms raised in surrender, touching the upper surrounds.My body aches. ” Finally mustering some resolve, I managed to say, “Ruth, David is my friend.” Still holding my erection, Ruth stared at me and said, “Yes Michael, David is your friend and that's exactly why we should do this.” “But...” “No buts, David wants this. Michael this is his fantasy. We're doing it for him. I thought you'd now had enough experiences to understand that.” I sighed. Ruth was right. I did understand, but it still didn't seem right. David was an old friend. I said, “Ruth, I do understand,. Suddenly, she got up from the sofa and walked towards me. She was looking into my eyes continuously and had a smile on her face. She bent down and kissed on my lips. I was stunned. She kept sucking my lips and finally, I responded back.After some time, we broke the kiss. She caught my face with both her hands and asked: Did you get scared? I was just pulling your leg, I liked the way you touched me!She took the teacup from my hand and kept on the table and sat on my thighs, keeping her legs on. We hadn't gone far when I spotted someone seated at a table under a tree,reaching for a large cake in front of them. Could this be one of thequeen's synthetic people? I wondered, but then Quintoffle exclaimed:"There's something carved into the tree beside that person, JamesBrayne!"I spotted an inscription carved into the shady side of the tree above alarge root:"He is my prisoner - let him eat his cake!" Sadly," I said, "the queen might not intend for him to do so. Look -his legs are.