But he was still on the phone when she got back to the hall.“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “Just a moment.” Then, to her, “For me. Bob...Lawrence just had a stroke. Know him?”“Not really. I’ve heard the name.”“Stick around.” Then to the phone, “Yes Reverend Metzger.”“Well, actually, you’d have to ask my wife. ‘Love her, cherish her, and attend her worship services.’ Isn’t that part of the standard service for the marriage of woman pastors? ... Strange. Campbell told me it was. Anyway, you can. Two quick moves on my part and he shot off in his pants.I knew that he came in to the office very early every day to get all of the office memos and mail distributed, so the very next morning, at 8 AM I showed up to apologize for yesterday. When I opened the mailroom door, he was standing there, his pants around his ankles and his dick in his hand. His head was back, his eyes were closed and he was stroking for all he was worth. I was amazed at the size of it. With his fist wrapped around it. As the day passed by we made our way back to the villa to get ready for another night out. During our time lying around the pool I had fantasised about Marcus fucking my wife on quite a few occasions as it had always been a fantasy of mine to see her fucked by a BBC. Whilst we were getting showered I jokingly said to my wife that I had noticed her checking Marcus out from behind her sun glasses and asked what she had been checking out. She then just blurted out that she noticed how big his. You’re a good man.”“Yes, Sire…Sir John instructed me to do so. I pray its warmth suits you.”“I’m sure it will be just fine, William.”“Sire...I’ve set out your garments for this evening in the dressing room. Is there anything further you require before I take leave, Your Highness?”I think not William. As always you’ve thought of everything. You may go.”“Thank you, Your Highness. Oh...and Sire?”“Yes, William.”“Welcome home, Your Majesty.”“Why thank you, dear lad...”It was hard to find fault with.