The king's advisors were another story. One wanted me tossed into the dungeon and tortured. One wanted me tossed into the streets and ignored. One wan...ed to know everything about Minos and the Grand Alliance. Several just stared at me coldly and whispered insults about my parentage to the king, emphasising the fact that they could never truly trust a barbarian. I just stood my ground and stared them down.I put it to the king in plain, blunt language that I hoped he could understand. I had. Cougar."Hey, Mrs. Evans, what cha doin?"Audrey shuddered at the sound coming from the top of the fence. It was Kevin--the neighborhood menace. And he couldn't have come at a worse time."I'm masturbating, Kevin. What does it look like I am doing? Go away. Don't you have school today?" Nah. The teachers are having a teacher's conference today and we all got a day off."Audrey gritted her teeth and tried to keep her patience as she heard the little brat climb down from the fence and into her back. Looking up Stacey saw a stiffening cock placed right in front of her."Suck it."Stacey sobbed in resignation, then began to slowly put the member up to her soft lips. Slowly she engulfed the head and began bringing it deeper into her mouth. Suddenly he grabbed her head and thrust forward, driving his cock down her throat. The accountant gagged, tears streaming down her pretty cheeks. He continued fucking her face, fingers buried in her blonde hair. Finally he let her up for a breath, smacking. It was inspired by the huge photograph in Chris's office. I still could not get enough of seeing it, sketching it, getting lost in it. Every so often amongst the pictures and paintings we bought and sold, another work by the same photographer would appear, those I took special care with, allowing myself time to enjoy them first before ever putting them on display. Then there was the club. We had been there often enough, mostly to their regular 'munches', but recently Chris and Emily had become.