.. Ineed..." She was looking at her reflection, seeing the once prim andproper Lady now turned into a wanton tart. Her breasts were heaving asshe stil... feverishly tried to fuck herself, but she knew what her new"flower" needed.She looked to the closed door and thought of the young man behind it."I need a man."CHAPTER -THREE-Phillip was sitting in a tiny chair, distraught at his currentpredicament. He was asked by the King to paint the Princess' portrait,and halfway through their session she had. I need more. I’m so hungry. I turn back to Becky and dive back in. I scoop more and more juice out of her. I begin to lose track of what is her pussy, what is flesh, and what is juice. It’s all for me to eat. I finally bring my tongue up to her swollen clit. I feel Becky’s hips shift in response, though she tries to play it off like she’s getting more comfortable in her seat. I feel the manuscript on top of my head as she uses it to write on. I know she wants to hold my head. She wants to guide. As I browse the counters, I also look at every woman (mostly) and try to envision what thier boobs look like, some times it takes more imagination with some women then others. I have always had a fantasy of hooking up with a lady during shopping, but it has not yet happened. My last shopping trip was a good start, but still have not yet closed the deal. With a half full (or half empty, depending on your view) shopping cart, I was in the pharmacy section looking at different pain medicine, a. "OH no, she would kill me if she found out. She thinks I'm a pervert as it is!" he replied."And how old is your wife then?" I enquired."16 years old, we married two months ago because I got her pregnant" he answered."She is right, you are a pervert!" I quipped laughing."By the way John, just so you are aware, any arrangements you make with Agatha for after tonight is strictly down to you and nothing to do with my company, your contract is for this one night and that's it" I informed him."What.