I took in the scent of his crotch one last time before I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to give him a blowjob. His moans were filling my ea...s and it gave me pleasure. I started to move and a move rapid pace, and he started squirming. I placed my hands underneath his ass, rubbing it and squeezing it as I took his cock. I went down on his dick on last time and felt him trembling. As he started to cum, he thrust up causing his cock to fill my throat, and his essence my throat. He rubbed. Now clean my cock. Love it?I enjoyed every drop of his spicy tasting spunk. It was making me addictive for more.I touched my dicklet while doing that great cleansing of his big meat...stop I don’t like you to touch without my permission Mohammed said. Your clitt is mine when you are with me…Are you with me? Are you my cunt?I couldn’t say anything else as yes Sir. Mohammed said you promise me you are a cunt to me. Yes Mohammed…Am I not Sir to you? I like that. Accept that I am the man here,. Both were also aroused from the effects of the movie - by way of me. With them primed that way, I inserted the memory of their encounter that afternoon, and how it had affected them; both recalled it with pleasure, and I went on to insert the desire to not only repeat it, but to let it continue past it's previous point. Between the adrenaline rush they'd just gotten, and the fear-turned-arousal of the movie, both were quite open to the idea; so I went on to plant the thought of relieving. No one in America would receive that kind of respect, well ... at least in my opinion. I mean they don't even stop talking for our president, let alone bow and curtsey!Once the Queen was seated at the head table up on the high dais the crowd moved as one to find their seats at the dining tables. The schedule called for dinner, then the awards ceremony followed by dancing. I was hoping that the food would be better with the Queen in attendance than it usually is at functions such as this.The.