Nevertheless, Gatsha was considered an oddball by the people of metropolitan Dumazile in spite of his royal title and family wealth. The only person w...o embraced him was the infamous Prince Andile Bafana, the playboy of the Imperial Zulu world. No one in the City of Dumazile knew that Andile Bafana and Gatsha, the two Princes, were actually lovers. Everybody knew they were the best of friends. At the University of Dumazile, where ten thousand of the Zulu Empire’s wealthiest young men and young. All his fellow pervs, who were all eager to see Robs, slut again...live! "Log in from 7pm!..,, It's showtime!" Was the simple message he sent into cyberspace. That would suffice. His plan, originally, had been to get a live show, involving himself, Lesley and the Scotsman who was her boss. Circumstances had presented this as an opportunity and he put his preferred, chosen plan, on ice until a later possible date. This would do for starters. Pound signs, clouding any thought of mishap. After. "I blurted out quick honesty, "Is it wrong to want the both of you?"He gave me an odd look.I realized what I said instantly. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong." I took another sip."Don't worry about it."We were silent for a few minutes. I eventually took a deep breath and asked, "Will you promise me that we will go back to the way things were? And you will come to me if you need anything?" I don't want to promise anything. A part of me wants to go back to normal. Another part wants to leave this. “Looks like someone had a bit of a workout recently.” I said. She just closed her eyes and moaned. “I take it that this is some of Reggie’s work”? I asked. She nodded and muttered “yes”. “Good man” I replied as I lowered my face to her pussy. I started a slow, soft licking of her clit (which was also swollen). It didn’t take long before she was cumming. She clutched at the sofa cushions and my head as she grunted and groaned her way through an orgasm. As she went limp, I moved up to sit next.