When you arrive at what she called her tribe's village, you practically shoot your load. Everywhere, there are scantily clad female celebrities. You c...n't believe it. "We're almost at the palace." Says Carmen, which saps you out of the trance you were in staring at Christina Aguilera's ass when she bent down to pick up a basket of apples. You arrive at the palace and see the Queen. Queen Latifah. She has a skin-tight tiger skin top and a grass skirt."Why have you come to see the mighty Queen,. For all they knew, I might as well have them all strangled.“Relax, woman, I’m just bored, here for some conversation.” I tried to keep my voice low and relaxing. But as always, my tone was more sarcasm and bitterness than anything else. It came from almost two decades of solitary living.She seemed fine with my response, sinking further into her bed and breathing her first deep breath since she’d seen me. It took her a few more moments to gather herself, but in a surprisingly short time, she was. By now, she was seeking like a drunken lady & her eyes were shinning like pearls. I kept on sucking & pressing on to her breasts and she also kept on splitting her milk on my face by fondling them again & again for the next 4-5 minutes.After a while, I left sucking her breasts and pulled her up towards me and made her sit on my thighs. She sat on my bulging cock with her legs spreading till at the back of the chair. I held her face with both of my hands and asked her very lovingly,” Is it. Darlene answered the door in a tight black teddy with three inch heels on which of course I thought was odd but she always was a snappy dresser at work. I saw she had a bit of drool on her lips when she saw me but I thought nothing of it as I knew she was married to Jack who happened to be my boss and any relationship between me and her could easily result in repercussions at work by him. I told her my problems and she nodded inviting me in saying it was no big deal for me to stay till Monday.