Prince Elijah gently took hold of her hand and honorably kissed the back of it. For a girl as sexually excitable as her, Dakota was probably afraid to...move. Her vaginal bulge had probably dripped a few drops onto the ground by now, consisting of a mixture of sweat and her natural forming lubricant, spilling from the slit.“I would truly love to speak with you, your highest,” the Prince spoke as he moved up from kneeling, “but I feel that my Royal Guards wish my private presence immediately.”“You. Smith?" For a moment he did not reply. After a moment, he said a single word: "Sir." "Excuse me?" "You will address me as Sir." She gulped, and said nothing, not sure how to respond to this. All of a sudden the index finger of his right hand was under the tip of her chin. He gently but firmly turned her head so she was looking at him. "How will you address me, Lana?" Her mouth opened in a kind of confused pout. She wriggled in the seat, becoming very aware of the growing wetness between her. .. excuse me..." I said following her"Josie" replied the young brunette"Josie, what are you doing?" I asked"This" replied Josie and then she turned to her friend and begun kissing her deeply and passionately, and the young petite Asian girl responded back.I watched as they did this for several long seconds while their hands began to wander and touch each others bodies, and then Josie pulled away, glanced at me, and said "I told Kitty here, you're one of those swingers, but she didn't believe. One night Ed found a little bar open. He and another captain, Meacham, went in, watching their backs because you didn't know in that part if they were going to act French or German on any given day. There were a couple of mademoiselles or frauleins at the bar, desperate enough to fuck for a pack of cigarettes or GI chocolate. There was also an older blonde behind the bar, with the big sturdy build of an opera singer in a Bugs Bunny cartoon, who seemed amused to have GIs in her place. Probably.