“Your Highness, may I introduce David of Brighton,” Bedivere said. “This brave lad saw poor Madeleine in distress. One of Mordred’s men was ab...ut to ravage her before ending her life, but our new friend had the skill and courage to fire an arrow into the man’s head before he could do her any harm. I brought him here, assuring him that Your Highness would wish to thank him in person for such courage.”“Indeed I do,” the older man said with a smile. “Young David, welcome to my home. You now stand. It matched speed with the station’s rotation, maneuvering carefully towards the force field. It was roughly twenty meters from its rounded nose to its twin tail fins, the stubby, swept wings that protruded from its streamlined hull suggesting that it was capable of atmospheric flight. It almost looked like one of the primitive spaceplanes from Earth’s distant past, a little larger and more unwieldy than a UNN dropship, more akin to a cargo lander. It was layered with heat tiles that were. But last night Carl and Billy broke down any inhabitations that I may have had. For the rest of the week, I was determined not to turn away any opportunity to have sex with any one of the boys that wanted me.It felt so forbidden to be having sex with Greg. I was not doing this to keep the boys from revealing our secrets and ruining my career and possibly my marriage but because I was more than willing to let this eighteen-year-old boy use my body in any way that he wanted. Adultery was suddenly. " he whispered. "You really do have a nice little ass, sweetie." I turned to face him and looked around. The two guys at the far end of the bar were involved in their game of pool and the bartender was washing glasses with his back to us. I stuck the napkin with my phone number in the pocket of his jeans, making sure to brush my hand over his stiff cock while I did. One hand still on my ass, he pulled me closer and put his other hand on the front of my jeans and started massaging my lace.