We corresponded and swapped photo's and arranged for them to visit us at our house. We had been nervous all day and at the appointed time the doorbell...rang. I eagerly opened the door only to be very disappointed, the husband (Larry) was on his own. I invited him in and he explained to Helen and myself, that he had lost our original letter with the phone number on and only had the address and directions I had given him over the phone. It seems his wife Tracy, had only this morning come down with. She had grown to love the flavours like sweat and proceeded to lick my balls like they were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Her moans of submission woke me and I found her looking at me with loving eyes as she choked on my rod. Those beautiful sky blue eyes staring up at me in the hopes that I was pleased with her."Oh great you again. Why the fuck do I let such a ugly whore be the first face I see each morning?"My words cut her to the core and caused fresh tears to flow from those. The Princess turned her back with a grin on her face, and allowed me to get dressed without embarrassing myself. From the cell we traveled silently up several levels via elevator and came out, much to my surprise, in the museum again! We really had been in the dungeons of the Tower of London!I recognized the route we took and I wasn’t all that surprised when I found myself back in front of the stone again. There, laying on the carpet, being closely guarded by what seemed like a company of fully. The next time Mr. Ross made her stay after school for being naughty (her nipples showed through her white blouse because she forgot to wear a bra in his class). He punished her by fucking her tits while she sucked his cock. Then she did something really nasty. She still didn't know what made her do it. It just happened.Mr. Ross began to cum all over her lips, chin and tits. It felt so nasty to let him do that. So dirty. She started peeing. Warm golden liquid flooded her panties and dripped down.