My father smiled and nodded. He went back to his discussions. I turned to walk away, and remembered my mother’s words. ‘She wishes to have a long ...alk with you,’ I added, looking back. My father’s face brightened. ‘We will return to this on the morrow,’ my father said quickly. The discussion was over in a flurry of bows the king did not slow to watch. He was off with a silly grin on his face. It hit me then, my mother had used me to set up a dalliance. Images came unbidden to my mind, and I. His tongue dove as deep as he could reach and he licked her like he would never get the chance again. She moaned loudly. He loved how vocal she became when he gave her what she wanted! "Oh, God... lick me!", she screamed. The sun was shining its last rays as clouds took over the entire sky. The trees were whipped into a frenzy by the wind and as she lay on her back and looked up at them, his tongue bathed her pussy in licks and nibbles that drove her wild. He moved up to her clit and pulled it. She chuckled a bit though the drops of rain falling down her face as we jogged to a nearby canopy. "Ummm...yeah. It's pretty bad out here. Want to go back to my place until this crap dies down?" I offered. "Yeah, might as well." She said. We jogged back to my place and onto the elevator. I gazed over at her wonderful, seductive eyes, peeking through strands of her wet hair. "I can throw those in the dryer while we're waiting for the rain to settle..." Referring to her clothes. "You're just. ‘Let’s play!’ ‘You break,’ he says. She leans over the table, pouts her lip as if she’s concentrating really hard – and she shoots. It’s a nice break. The balls spread out, and she gets a great position for her first ball. ‘Does that count as one turn, or is it my turn again?’ she asks. People are watching them, some are even coming up to their table to watch. Ellenor wonders if they’re interested in watching the game or watching her tits. She has to pull on her dress after every shot, to make.