When it finally stopped I sat up thinking about what I had just done. I felt guilty about it; I also wanted to do it again.I returned to a sitting pos...tion and looked around to see if we had been watched as the k** zipped himself up and we talked a little about what had happened. He promised to do me sometime in the future and I let him know I liked doing it and wanted to do it again. Then he got up and left leaving me to think about what had just happened.I didn't see him again for about a. 'Is this what you were doing Micheal'?He was looking down as my hand slowly stroked him, watching my hand glide along his thick shaft, and I moved in until I was up against him, cupping and squeezing his tight and smallish scrotum.I watched his face as he swallowed hard, his Adam's Apple bobbing in his throat, 'It's OK Micheal, you can let it out, I'm here, there's a good boy', my words echoing around the room, soothing, yet encouraging his release, his eyes were closing and his cock jumped a. I know, and I did, I agree and continue on.I came back and found them even more mad than before I left. They were not even hiding it anymore, just taking over, gaining power and territory. The others were talking about how to handle them. I tried to explain and see if I could talk to the Mahy, but that did not work. Not even Vashe. He no longer felt bad for what he was doing.Oh love, I am so sorry, he says.I feel his grief and horror at what I had to endure. But there is more, still more.It was. Rather, it seemed to satisfy a deeply-felt need. And Barbara Sloan was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She just radiates beauty, he thought.Checking the receiving line, Doug found that it was now short; it would be breaking up soon. Taking his place at the end he moved through, cringing a bit as his title, 8th Earl of Whitfield, was passed from one person to the next. Finally he reached the marquise. Taking her hand, he bowed and kissed her fingers. As he did so, he realized.