The King claps his hands again, and jugs of oil, bowls of fruit, feathers, silk scarves are brought by servants to the long table. What happens next ...s almost surreal, but beside us, more of the guests start kissing passionately. Clothes are shed swiftly. The woman who gazed at me earlier is now pouring oil over the shaft of a guard and is pumping him hard and fast, and beside you another elegant lady falls back onto the table, naked, head thrown back over the table edge and starts to receive. ” she said meekly.“Good. I think I have everything we’ll need; OK stand up. We’ll get into the tent now for some of that live action you’ve been so desperate for.”She got shakily to her feet, he placed a hand on her arm to help her. She felt a duffel bag or backpack bump her leg as she turned.He let go her arm and she heard the sound of the zipper of the tent being raised. “OK crawl in.” he ordered.She did so and felt him enter the tent and place his bag near her. He placed something beneath. My head was still all over the place, but my body seemed to know what to do in the shower. I washed my hair like I was on automatic pilot. A small part of my brain thought about how much conditioner to use since I had only washed it a few hours ago. Then with soap in hand and a small washcloth, I started on my body. Things were right where they were supposed to be, but everything felt different.When I rubbed the soapy cloth over my neck, my skin felt so tender. The cloth felt rough and the. Eleanor was entirely at his mercy, trusting in the goodness and moral uprightness of her husband as she gently stroked and caressed his dick, which began to harden between her fingers as he thought about his response."Oh, not at all!" the mayor said, his arousal reducing his inhibitions and persuading him to fully immerse himself in his fantasy daydream as his dick continued to harden in her hand. "That's what I'd want from my wife, and you do that wonderfully dear, but for a girlfriend, I'd.