"Never mind." Dinner was incredible, but it was disconcerting to eat like a king while she simply sat and watched. Mike found himself mentally wishing...she would eat too."I can, Master, but it is a waste," she said.Mike shook his head, then remembered, she could hear his mental wishes as well. 'I hope that was all of my mental garbage she could hear, ' he thought. "It would make me more comfortable," he said.A plate appeared before her. She filled it and happily began eating as if it was what. Although he also inherited the memories and knowledge of the prince, it never hurt to get himself more familiar with his surroundings. The room was lavishly decorated, befitting the royal heir. His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish wine and a list his previous self had been working on late last night. On the left of his bed the open balcony door blew a soft breeze his way. From his room in the Red. They were so nice and the dinner was amazing. There were seven courses. They served soup, pasta, fish, beef, chicken, a salad and dessert. Every course, even the dessert, had a different wine. Timmy the men discussed every bottle of wine. Some of them cost over five hundred dollars." "I'll bet those wines didn't come in a box." Kelly rolled her eyes. "Will you please be serious." Then she giggled. "No forget I said that. I don't ever want you to be serious. I love your jokes." "Don't worry, I. With our hearts racing and my head spinning he put his semi-hard wet cock back in his pants and left the bathroom as quickly as he had come. I dressed, splashed water on my face and left the bathroom. As I looked around the lobby for him I saw him standing by the elevator with a key in his hand and a smile on his face. Finally our room was ready! In the elevator, he pushed me into the corner, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth as his hand slid up my skirt to my drenched and sensitive pussy..