His business, despite the appearance of a high-class gentleman's club, was just another strip joint. Mick's confidence and suave airs were as much a ...ham as his business and office. Mick was portly - even fat. His success with the ladies, a point of which he boasted on the golf course with his false friends, was due less to his physical charms than to the leverage he held over his employees. The reality was that Mick Bertoni was a thoroughly despicable human being. Over half his 'dancers'. "Why, Princess, should I allow you to keep something that could conceal a weapon?" Alexander asked."There is something there I need before I can fulfill the King's wishes and obey my Queen's orders," she answered."Remove it and bring it to me," Alexander ordered. The guard pulled the strap over Diana's head and brought the pouch to his King. Alexander opened it and looked inside."There's some food and, what is this?" he asked as he lifted the vial from the pouch. "Is this poison to be given to. I reached over with my foot on the brake and she began to make her escape. I grabbed her with one hand and turned the lights off with the other. I did notice that she seemed genuinely concerned but I had gone crazy over that pussy. I then pulled her shirt back up making her luscious cones drop out as I gave her a kiss and probed a finger down into her pussy. I don’t know how she did it but with one slip she was out the door. Her ass was shining and her tits were illuminating the world. I could. I pushed my tongue between her clenched pussy lips, parting them to reveal the pinkness of her pussy. I slid my tongue up and down between her small lips, finding an increasing level of wetness.With my nose, I nudged at her clitty which had grown and poked out from under its hood. I would soon be introducing my tongue to it. In the interim, I was thrusting my tongue into the entry of her tight canal."Oh ... oh ... oh ... fuck" she moaned.With her increasing wetness came a change in her taste..