Inside the cell was a man holding a knife to the king's throat. He said, "Get out and the king will live for now. Come any closer and he dies!"Well, t...ere was only one answer for that. I shifted my shotgun to my left hand and called to my wives to lead the way out of the wine cellar. They went out the door, and I was a few steps behind them. As I turned, I saw the man with the knife threatening the king relax, and that was what I was waiting for. Before the knife wielder realized what was. He had not thought of the game in his time here, but it seemed to fit a need he should have known. His mind felt so much fresher. He held out his hand."Good game, Lieutenant Kosciuszko." The teen looked at him for a moment, unsure. James smiled. "My Dad taught me to always shake with an opponent, no matter the outcome."Piotr gave his own grin, taking the King's hand and giving it a firm shake."Good game, Your Grace. You beat me soundly." And, by the look on her face, it's time for you to beat. ”Dad said, “At least I got a fuck out of it.”That was when Mom came around the corner and said, “I heard that you bastard. You’re out fucking prostitutes because I won’t let you stick that cock of yours up my ass. I have let you do it a few times and I have never enjoyed it. What I have always asked for was for you to go down on me. I love oral sex. I’ll suck your cock if you’ll do me first.”Then Mom turned to me and asked, “Does your hooker do women too?”I said, “I’ll ask her and Mom, you can. You clutch at my hand with one of your own, trying to shove it back in. I sling an arm around your hips, bracing your weight as I pull you closer. I raise from my knees, pressing my bare chest against your hard nipples as I stand, and you rub your tits in circular motions on my chest. "You have beautiful tits." I softly whisper to you. Kissing I mouth wildly, thrusting my tongue between your lips in a parody of the real fucking we both wanted, I walk you back toward the bed slowly, keeping one.