" Dysea spoke. "I would like to ask you some further questions in regards to this Order of Arte."The Constable met Dysea's eyes. "So that is why you h...ve come to my city Lady Dysea? To investigate them?"Dysea glanced quickly at Isabella before looking back at him. "What do you mean?"The Constable sat back down. "It is well known Lady Dysea that you and Queen Isabella are never far apart, and that you operate as..." He spoke looking at them. "You operate with one mind. If you both are here in. ..and the "consumation," when he fucks me anally.The square below is crowded with people, like at the Vatican when the Pope is around, and all their eyes are glued to this balcony or to large TV screens placed throughout the square."Do you, the King, take Chrissy to be your lawfully-wedded husband?" The Constable asks."I do" says the King loudly so the crowd hears him."Do you, Chrissy," the Constable turned to me, "submit yourself to the authority of the King as his husband?"There's an awkward. What shall we call you eh?"A voice from behind called out "how about Cunt? That's what she is going to be for the evening isn't it!" No, that's not very polite to our guest - accurate but not polite" he joked. "I know, we'll call you Princess, after all, you look a bit up market. Now, someone get the Princess a drink. What would you like?"She was struggling to cope with this. She did not want to give in and join in with them but on the other hand she knew that resistance would be futile, there. Skateboarding was one thing i never had the coordination for. Every time i tried i would bust my ass. Sly however, was awesome!Sly, at eighteen, was about five foot six, one hundred and fifty-six pounds. He had that skater / swimmers body, with jet-black hair that was always hanging in his bright green eyes and this pale, almost milk colored skin. He was always getting bad sun burns in the summer. He had these funny dimples in his cheeks when he smiled. All the girls thought he was so cute! I.