"Ow. That was a joke guys." I couldn't speak and, apparently, Pharaoh was equally as distraught. "Guys, come on, talk to me. I – I –" he swallowed...hard, "I feel like I'm alone here." You are never alone, Dragon." Pharaoh gasped. "We will follow you to the Afterlife, I promise." Soon." I added."Hey, Tak." Joey's eyes searched for me for a moment and I touched his hand so he could feel my presence. "Don't be like that. You gotta be here for Tut, right? Someone's gotta look after him." It would. The erect teat throbbed like crazy as Emma rolled it first one way then the other, marvelling at the feel of her own hands. A thousand, maybe more, times she’d done this to herself in the past, but never before with the intensity she was experiencing now. It was as if it were the good doctor’s sure fingers on her bulging nipples. That thought alone very nearly pushed her over the edge for the third time in as many hours. ~Rest assured I’m busy writing the next instalment and it won’t be long, I. "But first I am going to lend you someclothes. Your new Patronne Violetta wants you to look exactly like aPortuguese cleaning woman and we can't disappoint her, can we?"I had such a wonderful love session with her that I couldn't refuseanything and after the entire whole situation started to intrigue meboth mentally and erotically.Soon I was sitting in a kitchen chair with a not too clean tea towelover my shoulders and Conchita was working on my hair like a verycompetent hairdresser. I was. I figured that it was a good time to establish pecking orders, and put this ambassador on the defensive, by chiming in with, "Excuse me, Ambassador, the proper form of address for the High Priestess is, Your Wisdom, not High Priestess." I beg your pardon, Your Wisdom, I was unable to obtain any information on protocol, prior to our meeting," he replied, with a slight bow towards Meka.He turned towards me. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Royal Highness," he intoned, and then the fink.