Reading on, Jo enjoyed how the entry in the diary explained how the young gardener would pin the vicar’s wife’s arms to the bed as he slowly pushe... his ‘stiffness’ into her body. Jo was already feeling horny but this was tipping her over the edge. She decided to relieve her sexual tension and carefully put the diary on the bedside table. Slipping down the bed and closing her eyes, Jo imagined the vicar’s wife and her lover. Once again Jo’s fingers began to caress her own body. Her skin tingled. She jumped right in and asked me if I wanted to meet her sooner. I said yes and then she asked me if I had access to my home email at work. I replied that I did then I gave her my home email address. She told me how excited I had made her, how much she had wished that she had said that night instead of Friday, and how she was fingering her clit when I had called.Then she told me to check my in-box. When I did I found a message from ‘life_time_of_love.’ It had an attachment. I opened it up to. “Very well then. Do you know what you are here to do?” he asked.She hesitated. “I am here to please my lord in any way he wishes,” she said finally, trying to bow as much as the armour would let her.The king nodded. “Then come and relieve me of the load in my loins,” he said and sat down on the bed, opening his gown and stroking his small, half-erect penis.The armoured queen moved closer and knelt down, opening the visor only when her head was close to his crotch, and instantly starting to suck. ” She sipped the remaining beer in her bottle and wondered if she’d successfully steered their conversation from danger.“What would you like to know?”She wasn’t sure. Beyond wanting to keep the conversation going, she had no idea what to ask, so she referred to one mesmerising aspect of his appearance. “Where’d you get the tattoo?” It added to his whole aura of masculinity, the tangle of inky thorns which decorated his pectoral and forearm.“Tahiti,” he said, and she found it a satisfyingly.