’ He strode purposefully across the well-appointed hallway and pushed open the study door. Three of the men inside stood to meet him. The fourth, Ng...ro, remained seated, his shorts round his ankles whilst the head of a young woman bobbed furiously up and down servicing his giant cock. Mwamba crossed the floor, a big smile on his face, and signalled the girl to leave. ‘For Gods sake, Ibo, don’t you know there’s a time and place for everything?’ ‘I sure do, boss.’ grinned an unrepentant Ngoro. ‘. I rubbed his cock through my blonde bush to my dripping cunt. We both shuddered as I slid his tip up and down my vulva, brushing my clit, caressing my labia.“You don’t have to, sweetling,” he groaned. “You’re my queen. I love you.”I hate you.“Yes,” I moaned, sliding my pussy down his dick.Incestuous pleasure rippled through me as I took more and more of his shaft into my snatch. My back arched, my small breasts thrusting before me. Father’s hands cupped them, squeezing my breasts, his thumbs. Thankfully, I might add, with your willfulness.”“But you like my willfulness.”“I adore it, but not for the first time, its blessing has its curse.”“So I’m a curse now,” she pouts.“Yes you are, little girl.”She growls. He laughs and pats her butt while knocking at the king’s chamber. The pats surprise her, the thrill they give her a significant part of the surprise.The king, in royal robe and nothing else, opens it. Despite his disheveled appearance, his almost beautiful handsomeness thrills. ‘We…we should go to…to the bedroom.’ ‘Who’s going to come in?’ Bobby asked. ‘You expecting somebody?’ He slid his hand into the bodice of her dress, under her bra, and onto a warm, smooth breast, seeking her huge nipples, which he found so enticing. ‘Ah…no…I guess not,’ Helen groaned and continued to squirm on his lap, making his already-hard cock even harder. With a little fumbling, Bobby managed to get Helen’s white lacy bra open, exposing her breasts. ‘Ohhhhhh!!! Godddddd!!!!’ she groaned.