“Oh me too baby, I’m cumming too” and with that she let out a fake scream and I could hear him yell “yes, yes yes”.He got off her. “There... that should do you for another few days I’m sure” he said.“Oh yes it will dear, thank you, you are wonderful”, I heard her say. With that he walked to the door and turned off the lite. She left the lite off and I saw him downstairs eating his sandwich being so proud of himself.The next morning I was awoken with the sound of a car. I looked out, bleary. I started to open my mouth to protest but Tommy raised his finger to his lips and whispered 'ssshhhhh don't say a word...' at the same time he placed his left hand on my head and pulled me gently to his throbbing piece of manhood. I looked at his penis as it neared and Tommy said '...damn I love it when you look at my dick cross eyed. You look so damn sexy...' I looked up at Tommy just as my lips slipped over his penile head. Tommy closed his eyes and moaned softly saying '...damn that's. We passed by the room where I had first seen the brown-clad girls that were the object of the Prince's benevolence. A group of them were seated in a semi-circle at one end of the room. In the centre, to my astonishment, sat the Prince, engaged in earnest discussion with the group. He was more animated than I had seen him before. Smiling and laughing together with the group. "I had not realised that the Prince was so directly involved," I remarked to Castwich. The Prince either did not notice us. "Oh... he's bitter. Needs to drink more water."After I finished laughing in the camera, I got two unexpected visitors. A young couple in their thirties strolled into the room. He was wearing a tuxedo while she was covered head to toe in a blue evening gown. Clearly, they stayed out all night and came to me instead of going back to their hotel room. She spoke first. "I'm Marie and this is my husband, Ed. I like to watch him fuck other women. We were told you were a fucking slut."I pointed down.