Russell glanced up at his angel, his hands busy roaming her body. Hereyes were closed and she bit her lip as she cooed and sighed, one handidly played...with her nipple, pulling and teasing it while she moaned andthrust her hips up, her bikini bottom sliding against his chin. He couldplainly see the tattoo below her navel now, and puzzled at the meaningof the large bold letters: "BETA-BITCH #113". Ignoring that, he lickedthe Y-shaped crevice of her milky thighs and the green bikini bottom,then. He said Princess Illi will be asked if shewishes to be the wife of the winner. If 'yes' then they are married andrule as King and Queen. But if 'no,' the Hags cart her away with them,never to be seen again and the winner is free to choose his Queen."The duke snorted. "That's easy enough, my friend, if the royal wench saysno to bedding me, then she's too stupid to be my queen."The men chuckled at this, with someone calling from the back of the pack"but that's hows you likes em, Duke, easy and. This went on for about another 30 seconds or so & she came again. I then placed my cock at her entry & slowly started to push. Her lips parted & to my surprise I entered her quite easily it was a tight fit but her natural lube was doing its job. She let a massive breath out & went limp her head dropping to the side. Fuck she passed out, I grab her head, are you okay? I’m fucking awesome, she replies with eyes closed. Thank god, don’t know how I could of explained that one. I start fucking her. Since Diane had walked out of the bedroom I couldn’t hear the any of the conversation, but wondered why Diane had started to fool around and was now making phone calls to her girlfriend. As she ended her phone conversation the doorbell rang. Diane turned to answer the door and allowed another of her friends, Kelly to enter. Now I was really confused. First a phone call and now company comes calling? Shouldn’t she have explained to her friend that she was in the middle of something and needed to.