“It doesn’t matter who you are, you don’t sit before your Queen without her permission,” the man ground out.“Well then, since she isn’t my...Queen and I also happen to be her better, we don’t have a problem. Actually, we do. Shields, please collect our chairs.” With that, she stood and moved so she was standing in front of the Queen’s throne and at the end of the carpet. She had the boys place her chairs. She and Martin then sat again.The woman on the throne looked at them in astonishment. She. I decided that I wanted her that night.After finishing the drinks, I went to her again and this time I was more serious. I said, “I wanna talk Chahat. Can we please go somewhere quiet and talk?” She did not wanna talk to me and so again, she turned her face away. That happened a few more times and I started losing my patience.Last time as soon as she turned her face away, I smacked her ass with my hand. Damn, it felt so good. I knew Chahat liked that kind of smashing and smacking of her ass.. His proximity to pot made him useful to Josh who had him score an ounce of buds as soon as I told Josh about him. The two talked pot at the kitchen table while rolling up some doobies. Molly and I sat across from them drinking Long Island Ice Teas and beer. Not interested in the orgy a few feet away in the family room, the floor covered by blankets and a king sized bed spread put down by Dave to protect the Persian rug from bodily fluids, Molly was only interested in getting drunk and filling. “He was right” she said out loud “I am a slut. But my God I love it”. She got dressed and went for a walk. She passed the track that led down to the rock pool. She smiled at the memory of it. She walked further into the forest and then turned around and began to walk back. For a fleeting moment she thought about going down to the rock pool for a swim but changed her mind. Instead she went to the market to buy a swimsuit. She fell in love with a microkini. She had seen then advertised before but.