I watched his portly backside saunter out of the room, feeling the first stirrings of my subdued cock.The lounge had a high, corniced ceiling with lar...e curtained bay windows, a sort of Sherlock Holmes - Baker street atmosphere of mystery & intrigue. Behind me were bookcases full of videos & books. The large TV was on low sound with one of the videos of two guys in a room, one sitting on a wooden chair with the other over his knee getting some modest attention with a variety of spanking. He had now four possible successors, the Crown Prince, who was three, his half-brother, four months younger, and two other infant sons. He had even kept up the tradition started by his grandfather of hunting in a specially built artificial chase, where female slaves were hunted using Irish Wolfhounds, and then used by all the hunters at what was called the 'kill'. He could seem cruel and kind by turns to the western eye, but to the Kobekistanis he was their beloved Master who could do no. “Do it,” she hissed. “Make me cum with your mouth.” I tried to turn my head, but her strong thighs held me in place. She reached down and spread her hairy, sloppy lips. The smell was strong, the smell of hot, fucked pussy. The taste was stronger, much stronger than it had been a few minutes before when she pulled my face to her crotch. I realized it was because I was also tasting my own cum. I started to gag, but I was afraid if I threw up I’d choke, so I fought it. I had no choice, and started. I thought you knew me better than that." I thought I knew you better, period," I said, again fixing her gaze."If I agree to your suggestion, what can we do to both have the children at Christmas? I know their grandparents will want to be with them, but I'm probably not on your parents' list of favorite people anymore." We could agree that one of us would have them on Christmas Eve, the other on Christmas Day. I doubt they would object," I suggested.I could see her nod agreement, so I furthered.