Jennifer war neugierig, löcherte mich mit Fragen, um was für ein Spiel es sich handeln würde aber ich ließ sie im Ungewissen. Sie steuerte auf das...Auto zu, doch ich zog sie zurück, wir würden die U-Bahn nehmen. Jennifer grinste, sie wusste was für Reaktionen dieses Outfit in der U-Bahn hervorrufen und was sie dabei empfinden würde. Wir fuhren die Rolltreppe hinab zur U-Bahnlinie aus der Stadt heraus. Wenn man von unten genau hinschaute konnte man sicherlich einen Blick auf ihre nackte Fotze. “You like that,don’t you? Does my hot pussy taste good?”Randy didn’t answer. He was too busy licking and lapping, greedilytonguing the tasty, musky-smelling fuck oils from the throbbing depthsof her cunt. Kate’s clit was getting very swollen now, tingling andaching, protruding at the top of her glistening-wet pussy-slit.“Randy, see the little bump at the top?” she gasped, fighting tocontrol her voice. “That… ooooh… that’s my clit, baby. That’s themost sensitive part of a woman’s pussy. Please. I was finally able to usher the poor man away so I could have a private word.“Your Highness,” he gushed, grateful for the escape, I assumed. He bowed low, and I hurried to pull him upright again. “I am Seneschal Willem. Thank you for that timely rescue!”I grinned. “No problem, though I’ve really only put it off for you. They’ll be back in the morning, I suspect.”“Without a doubt, your Highness, but I have been putting them off for days, so I’ll take any reprieve I can get.” He risked a grin,. His eyes widened, as he saw what was underneath my robe. Hastily looking down, he stared at his lap, as he waited for my instruction. “There is a shelf in my room that keeps falling off the wall. Do you mind fixing it for me?” I asked, sweetly. Nodding his head, he followed me to my room. I could sense his nervousness. He was jumpier than a whore at church. Walking down the hall, I chattered along about how the husband was too busy to fix what really needed repairing, hoping that the intention.