"Where is your lapdog tonight?" Denae asked before she could stop herself. Then she steeled herself for the awaited explosion.Instead the Queen studie... her fork."If you mean Master Symington, he will be joining us no longer," the Queen said with no hint of anger. "I apologize for subjecting you and your father to his presence as long as I did."Both the King and his daughter sat back in their chairs."Until recently, I viewed Master Symington as the best candidate to serve as your Protector," the. She didn't react to the example but seemed delighted. "Goodie! You remember all the girls who stopped by our table?"What breathing male couldn't? "Uh huh." Well, they're all participating in your birthday celebration. You should have a lot of fun!" And with a flourish and a wiggle of hips, she was gone.Alone, I glanced around. The room accommodated two. One side was quite plain, almost generic. Annie's decorating job exploded from the other side. Enlarged photos of her girlfriends adorned the. "Wet as she is, I couldn't hurt her if I wanted to," she thought to herself as she sucked one of Sandy's hard nipples into her mouth. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks that she wasn't wearing any protection. "Ah, man. That's not good, but I've already done it now. Mind as well enjoy the smooth ride. Mmm...these nipples remind me a bit of Kat's..."Meanwhile, Sandy's mind was burdened with nothing more than the sensation of being stretched open more than she was in her entire life. She felt. Sir's hand found its way back to her clit and though she tired to stay on all fours she just couldn't. Bucking trying to get away from him she collapsed on the bed but that still didn't stop him. He continued on her clit not letting her get away. Her moans turned to whimpering cries and her body shook and she felt her eyes back, her vision blurred and her heart raced. He grabbed her hips and put her back in position, never missing a beat. Thrusting harder this time. She cried out in pure.