He paused, squeezing his hands around my calves and I felt his lips brush the back of my thighs. This man then slipped his thumbs between my legs, jus... above my knees, inching up my inner thighs.I started to remember the events that had led up to this… So I remembered my own figure dancing, spinning wildly; a great dance floor filled with feathers and Carnival masks everywhere.I saw in my mind other dancers, laughing and whirling around me.I recalled wearing a Venetian type mask, the colors. She soon slapped his hands and he immediately moved them away."Preston Drake Taylor!" You told me that I couldn't touch your ass, so now I'm touching your boobs. You never said anything about that, now did you?"Skye was infuriated and she quickly stormed out of the room without saying a word.Preston then ran after her and grabbed her hand.She just stood there, as if she had froze, and she looked back and stared at his hand.He then got down on one knee, still holding her hand and looked into her. WE both fall asleep and when I wake he is sleeping in the chair. I crawl to him and take his cock in my mouth. I thank him for fulfilling my birthday desire, to be whipped until I pass out and again for allowing me his seed and his cock. I suck around my words stopping only when he grabs my head and pulls it off him. He repositions himself and holds my head still as he fucks my mouth. I do not fight his lead, I suck until he is spent, swallowing every drop. When he tells me, I stop sucking. " "Actually, Tara, I was hoping you would take up the job. You know these people far better than I and I trust your judgment. So yes, you pick the ladies for the council and have them all come here to discuss the matter of the council when you have them all lined up." As you wish, my king," Tara smiled.It was a few days later when Tara came to me. "My king, I have picked out the women of the council and all have agreed to the job. I told them a little of what you told me you wanted and each.