Alex was appalled. What did she think she was doing? He was John. The John. The Whore's only client. What was he supposed to do now? He sat down at th... corner of the bar so that he was facing The Whore and the stranger and stared daggers at her.The Whore was looking in his direction but ignored him. He waited for a flicker of acknowledgement, a smile in his direction or at least a glance and a twitch of an eyebrow, but he could find nothing in her face. She could not avoid seeing him so she. “That was so naughty. I came so hard. But I need your futa-dick in me.”“No, in me!” Hana moaned. “I am the first wife. The head queen.”True.My fingers dug into her rump as I fluttered my tongue up and down at the meeting of their flesh. I danced between them, gathering their tart and spicy flavors. I loved them. They were so exciting. They mixed in my mouth, the meeting of two queens.My dick throbbed. My pussy clenched. It was time. I had to fuck them. I had to be in their royal cunts while. Her lips twisted with themounting desires that trembled through her. Her body writhed, swishingover the bed. Her hips rose and fell in time with the steady in outpumping of his fingers. Her hands clamped tightly around his cockshaft, squeezing and jacking along its pulsating length. He wascontrolling her once again. He knew the sexual needs of a woman andeven more important, he cared about fulfilling them. Only one man hadhad that type of control over her body until now - her husband, Jack.Now. It was a large roll – at least twice the diameter of the other scrolls I could see. From the basement parchment room we ascended a flight of stairs into the viewing room, the sole piece of furniture in the rom being a table which I estimated to be at least a chain long, or the length of a cricket pitch for those who are unfamiliar with the chain measurement.He unrolled the parchment scroll, which covered the length of the table, and was pointing out coats of arms of the great English families.