And you know how royals make me ill! What need would you have of me after the–‘Royal Wedding?” Somewhat withdrawn, Dominique kept her chin up. �...�Kellan has always been good to me when we met, so I suppose he wouldn’t have a problem if I kept you around as my lady-in-waiting.’ she half-smiled. ‘Lady-in-waiting? Spare me your titles, dear. You know I have no desire for such.’ ‘You’re technically a royal.’ ‘A royal bastard.’ she teased. ‘You know how much that bothers me, Geneve.’ Dominique. ” said Melissa musingly.The two smiled at each other, knowing the effect their words would be having. Loving the idea!“I mean to say,” went on Quentin, “Hans and Cassim is one thing but, on the ‘Paradise’, she was offering herself night after night, up on the top table after dinner. No stopping her. Begged for it even. Thought nothing of servicing half a dozen or more.”“Really?” said Melissa clicking her tongue disapprovingly. “Well... she always was a bit of a goer, I suppose.”Quentin nodded.. I pulled into the driveway, went down the drive, pulled into the garage and parked my car. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Her car was parked on the side of the driveway. Her mom's car was gone. I'd gone in the side door as always and walked through the foyer into the dining room. Her shoes were on the floor by the door as normal. But then I realized there were also some other things different than normal. Another pair of shoes that I didn't recognize were sitting next to hers. They were. I could tell she was getting drunk by the way she was sweating and the way she was slurring her words. A huge guy grabbed her ass and flicked his middle and ring finger against her pussy. She turned around with a seductive grin on her face and she bit her bottom lip. I saw her grab his cock from the outside of his pants and said, "Holy shit," when she realized that it was about eleven inches and about as thick as her arm. I got hard, instantly. I pretended like I didn't see. A second guy.