It was early evening when I arrived at Fontainebleau, and again I was escorted by a Royal Guardsman up the semi-circular stairs at the front of the pa...ace. As I had not been given any kind of information as to what kind of emergency necessitated my immediate presence, I was very concerned and somewhat frightened. If the King or one of his close circle of advisors (is that not a kinder word than ‘sycophants’?) was ill, then I needed to be about my business as quickly as possible.But I was not. ..I felt myself begin to flush."You're very nervous, aren't you," he said."Yes," I murmered, barely able to form the words."Well, don't be," he went on. "Absolutely nothing to be nervous about. Weknow each other quite well now I think. It's just a chat, nothing else."His tone was so disarming, so conversational, that almost immediately Ifelt myself start to relax. Hell, I thought, this isnt so bad. He's hugelyexperienced, he's met dozens of girls, of course I'm going to be morenervous than him.. With laughing eyes recall those words that were written as well as those songs that were sung, we played for pride in all things with no compromise or quarter given, and never believed those moments would ever end. So never be afraid and take those lessons I gave you along with those that were well learned to wherever you may roam. We charged our glasses and held them high and tried to reach for the skies in the crimson light of the setting sun's dark light. And now it seems I don’t need this. “This is my cock. It pleases me, and only me. Isn't that right?”“Yes, Mistress,” I utter, controlling my moans.She picks up a bottle of lube off the floor, and applies it to her hands. She jerks my cock again, hard and fast. I can already feel the cum building.Her hands wander to my balls, and she’s a little rough with them, squeezing and pulling them, always looking intently into my eyes. One of her hands moves further down south to my arse. Her lubed finger pokes my hole. She stops her other.