A few hours later, I heard the bathroom in our bedroom flush and some soft talking and giggling inside the bedroom. Then the bedroom door opened and I...could hear the two of them talking as they headed to the kitchen. I was lying on the sofa which was behind the kitchen counter. They said they were hungry and started cooking and making coffee. All the while I was still lying on the sofa half asleep. When the coffee was done and my wife asked her friend to pour her a cup, I sat up from the sofa. He put a big glob on the fingers of his left hand. He stood up, his glistening cock resting above my ass, and he began to knead my puckering virgin manslit with the index finger of his left hand. I could feel my asshole parting to receive his prying finger, and then another finger pushed inside. My asshole burned with intrusion until I began to relax. Jack pressed a third finger inside my dark hair-rimmed man cunt and waited until I relaxed again before beginning to thrust the three fingers in. He was course with no manner or grace. He was uneducated, ignorant, unable to speak or understand her, and ignorant of the need to bow before royalty. It infuriated her, yet it was she who felt the urge to kneel before him.She berated herself, whispering, “I am a Princess of the Royal house, I refuse to be attracted to this lowly slave. I will have him slain for staring at me thus. If he touches me then he will be tortured for days before being allowed to die.Her firm breasts rose and fell with. "You're pretty enough to be a cumleader ... uh ... cheerleader."My stupid tongue! I knew what I wanted to say but my inner blithering moron kept coming out of my mouth."Thank you," she said. "But I want nothing to do with those stuck up bitches. They act like they're queens of the campus. They can get away with anything and they know it." Yeah, that's how they are at..." I slowed down my speech. " ... Craw ... ford too." So what subjects do you like at school?" she said with her next.