Once I rolled out of bed and cleaned up for the day my first chore was checking my email. Ever since I'd added my email address and the URL for my web...site to my fliers I'd found a substantial portion of my work came my way electronically, almost as much as I got from referrals. That morning—nothing but a few pieces of spam that had sneaked past the filters.Right at six my lady charged in the door. "Tommy, it's the Palace for dinner, let's go."I knew that tone meant I shouldn't ask any. You’ll be a good boy. No touching today. Now get up and get dressed. It's time for work. You don’t want to be late,” I grin, kissing on his ear lobe once more. I turn, going back to finish getting dressed. Dale sits there for a moment, watching me before throwing the covers off of him. His cock pokes through the slit of his boxers, begging to be touched again. I only smile at him, pointing towards the shower. He goes without a word. I feel my own excitement starting to grow. Leaving for work. He was sucking her boobs, and she was giving him a handjob. She bent down and started sucking his dick:Mother: “Kiti tadapat hote mi ya lund saathi. Kiti kadak lund aahe majhya poracha. ye majhi chut oli aahe. (I was dying for this hard cock son, look how hot wet my cunt has become)She stood up, and it was then when she noticed I was also there. “Hi tula kuthe bhetli? Ani ithe kay karte hi?”(Where did you meet her and what is she doing here at this time of the hour?)Hardik: “Tithe lagnala. Dusty understood, because he remembered right after Suzan and he were married he was exactly like that all the time as well. The six of them waited in front of closed doors for the Queen to arrive.Earlier the Queen had dresses sent over for Suzan and Lori.Suzan hadn't brought any since she was planning on only wearing her armor, tunic, and pants, but the seamstress told her that that was unacceptable for both a Lady and for one expected to be received by a Queen to be seen in men's.