.. the sport of Kings ... and it's ok. It's been going on for two years ... millions have died ... and the race in Germany is in two weeks ... Belgium...... which is under German control is two weeks after that.The Austro-Hungarian rally is in August and France, England and the USA are at war with the Empire ... but nobody ... and I mean nobody ... in the High Command is dumb enough to mess with the rally teams. War might be the sport of kings but Rally is the sport of everybody else.It ranks. Considering the skill she was plying, I stepped up my attack on her pussy.She tasted like flowers, fresh and clean. Sticking two fingers inside her, I licked her clit like a lollipop. Her hips were practically quaking and moving all over the place as she came up for air and practically dropped my cock down the back of her throat. I couldn't take anymore as I practically nibbled on her clit and came into her throat, my hips bucking off the bed as her hips writhed madly on my face.She shuddered. ”“The party’s just getting started.” He regarded her and perceived distress. “Something wrong?”“I need to go back to the dorm,” she said. “My heart is palpitating.”“Do you need to see a doctor?”“I need to get out of here. I’ll go by myself if you want to stay. No reason for me to spoil your fun.” She stepped into a guest room and retrieved her coat from the bed.“No -- it’s a long walk and it’s getting dark. I’ll come with you.” He grabbed his coat. “Let’s say our good-byes to our host.”They. I was asked to go inside. A man in lab coat was seated there. I told him master health checkup and gave him the slip. He came and bolted the door from inside. He then went to his computer, typed something and I just stood doing nothing. Without looking at me he asked if I was wearing any metal items. I told him I was wearing necklace, watch, earring. He told me remove everything and lie down under the XRAY machine.What did he mean by “everything”? I mean metal objects are fine but I remember.