We returned and Anna was there with Mason.I said, “Anna, could you show me where to get my speech printed, please.”“Sure, come along.” The fou... of us went.She guided us to the King’s personal secretary. “Madam Fierro is my father’s personal secretary. She will type your speech up and print it for you.”The woman smiled at me and took the pages I handed her. She set them on an easel by her computer and her fingers flew! I had never seen anyone key or type that fast! Before I realized it, she had. (Well her younger days is another story maybe for another time)After about fifteen minutes of reliving good memories, she got up and reached under her skirt and pulled out her panties and her wetness was evident on the crotch area, the gusset of the panties was soaked, she left for the toilet in her room to freshen up and get ready for the trip with Aman, after about ten minutes she slowly unlocked the toilet door and was about to get out. She noticed her new secretary in training, a young girl. Wet sounds mix with our moans and groans and fill the room. It smells like sex. You can't help but slap my ass. Your palm colliding with one cheek and then the other as you keep thrusting in and almost out, fucking my little pussy harder, deeper, faster. Thrusting and slapping and grabbing at me.My eyelids flutter as I cum and my hands fall down a shelf. My head drops forward as my tight pussy wraps around you and pulses and I clench at every slap. Each one makes me jerk forward and tense and. The guard grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He dragged her roughly down the hallway and I shifted camera angle, watched him stop for a minutes and unlock the shackles from her wrists, then push her in front of him out the big wooden doors that led into the courtyard. On the other monitor, the crowd went wild. "Fresh meat!" "An Ass Whore!" "It's about fucking time!" "And a Low Order!" "Flog her!" "Get the dogs out!" I moved my mouse and zoomed in on my wife's face. She was doing.