The Queen herself looked like something out of Irish folklore– a Celtic Queen in all her power and beauty. She was wearing close fitting leather arm...r which accentuated rather than hid her voluptuous body. Beneath a short leather corslet, her legs were bare except for sandal straps which wound up her legs almost to her knees. She had very muscular legs, but they still had enough feminine fat to be curvy. Unlike Eithne or Maoliosa, her hair was not dark, but instead was the color of orange. "Plates are on the top shelf, Fag." Okay." I started to stand up when he leaned forward again with a serious but not entirely threatening look. "How do you answer me, Fag?"I quickly remembered. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry." Much better, Faggot." Now get me my food.Damn, he was demanding. Defiantly the Alpha Male type. Quite the opposite of me. I got up, walked into the kitchen, grabbed the pizza and salad, two plates and some utensils then headed back to the main room. Something was different though.. .. yes... Master,“ she sobbed as the tears trickled down her soft, pink cheeks.I moved around behind her. She was certainly very buxom. The two thin red weals perfectly bisected the two white half-moons of her nates. Casually I ran my hand down between the warm, soft cleft, fondling her. Her reaction was violent, as I expected it to be. She swung away as best she could, half twisting her quarters round. „Don't... don't touch me... don't... you... m-mustn't no... oooh... don't!“Stepping back I. I sat down and watched all the folks dancing. After four songs the band anounced they where taking a thirty minute break. The floor empted but there was no sign of my wife or Tommy. Umm I thought I bet he has taken her to his room to fuck. I sat and waited , after an hour and a half I called my wife's cell to see where she was. She answered on the first ring. Where are you I asked her? She said I'm in Tommy's room and he is fucking me from behind right now. I asked why he took so long to start.