"No Ma'am, your son is very stupid." Greta sighed."Then you will have to marry him," the Queen insisted."Oh please no," Greta pleaded, "It's bad enoug... being his maid." My dear, you just have to bear him a son or two, nothing onerous." the Queen explained, "Separate rooms, a footman for a lover, why you need barely set eyes upon him."No," Greta insisted, "No!" Very well then," the Queen agreed, "I'll have the blacksmith make a brass copy of the statue's cock."The Queen swept from the room and. He was calling me Daniel. He took off on a strong pace as I trailed behind. His stride was effortless. I admired his toned body from behind. He had to be about ten years older than I but in much better condition. We did the full three miles on the trail. When we got back the starting point he set a much faster pace back to the hotel. We headed right for the swimming pool, removed our running shoes and dove into the water. After about ten laps of the pool I had to stop. Max swam another six. Kneeling beside the bed, I let the pants fall to the floor and bent forward and with the tip of my tongue, into the little pool which had formed in his navel. He was hardly breathing as my tongue touched the sweet liquid. I was lost then and let my tongue work to clean the indentation.“Oh, Fuck, Mum!” he said. I worked up his body, licking and scooping the thick cum from him. Then back down, onto his belly. I took his hand and sucked the thumb clean of his spunk and then held his cock. But instead I stood there and said, "Go to hell, you pinky pricked motherfucker!"There was a ripple of muffled laughter from the crowd. Karl turned dark, dark red. He brought his arm back and stepped forward. He was about to slap the hell out of me.I don't know where I got the nerve. But before he could release that arm he'd drawn back I let him have it with all my might. I drew my leg back and kicked him right between the legs, putting my full weight and all of my anger into it.Karl turned.