The caravan crossed the bridge over the river Inn and entered Innsbruck in the late afternoon. They were passed through the city gates and made straig...t for the palace of the mayor. They had sent word ahead of their arrival and the mayoral palace was turned out to receive the royal cousins. Rooms had been prepared for the royal cousins. Sergeant Alphonse and the guard had been quartered in the nearby barracks, while Captain Benito was quartered with the royals. Rooms had also been prepared for. He massaged my foot and calf, then started working his way up my thigh. I knew he planned to work on my hamstrings, hips and glutes a bit, so it didn't faze me when his right hand moved REALLY high up my thigh. As he was rubbing my thigh and glute, the back of his hand kept brushing ever-so-slightly along the side of my pussy. He asked if I was comfortable with the occasional contact, saying it was tough to avoid when working on my glute. I told him I was fine with it. I was actually. He found his rhythm, pumping into me at an even pace, all the way in, all the way out on each hard and long thrust. “Want you bet I could make you cum again, babe, with my cock buried deep in your sweet ass?" He growled against my neck. I shook my head no, but I knew he was right; I would have another wild orgasm while he was ass fucking me.While he rushed his pace, I cried out, wishing my hands were free so I could plunge some fingers into my pussy. I felt my orgasm rushing up from the center. I am sovery wrong. He lands blow after blow, sometimesalternating from one cheek to the other, sometimeslanding a seemingly endless series of strikes in thesame spot.All the while he watches my face intently; I trydesperately not to look at him. I want to hide my face,bury it in the desk so he can’t see, but I am afraid tomove, to provoke even more of his wrath. Finally,finally he stops and steps back again to inspect hiswork. My knees are so weak, my body so spent, I startto crumble to.