"I now pronounce you First Lance to Princess Gabriele Basingame of Eretria. May your lives together be long and prosperous." Thank you, Your Majesty,"...said Marcus Demitri.Gabriele wondered why nobody had asked her."Rise," said Father, and Marcus did. "Turn," said Father, and Marcus did. He pitched his voice out into the stands: "Presenting the First Lance to the Heir of Eretria!"And thus it came to be that Marcus Demitri became the advisor to Princess Gabriele Basingame.The fete was a loud,. I couldn't break her grip as she sat up and rode me like a wild bronco. She was moaning and screaming "I'm coming, I'm coming". That was my limit.As I cummed hard, I groaned and told her to stop, "I just cummed, please let me rest awhile."She ignored my pleas and fucked harder. I was in seventh heaven for awhile during my orgasm but when it stopped, my sensitive dick was still being humped. Even after cumming my dick stayed hard, so she continued riding and grinding with all the force she could. Her hair hung thin andoily its dull length framing her pinched narrow face. Her small eyesperched over thin lips and a prominent nose. She rose and stretched herscrawny arms. Her tiny breasts barely moved as she did so. When shestood her bony frame with its narrow hips and sallow skin were morelikely to inspire the viewer's eyes to be averted rather than to linger.From the basket of clothing she had found yesterday she took a simpledress and slipped it over herself. Most of the clothing she had. The decorations weren’t right, the dinner was going to be late, the DJ was having technical problems, the only thing that seemed to be ready was the suite that Mrs. Fucking Weaver had booked. As much as I wanted to go upstairs and have a drink or twelve, I had to handle the details.“Stop!” I finally said.“Are the appetizers and the Champagne fountain on schedule?”The manager nodded.“Great! Lead with that. Is the mic working?”He nodded again.“Perfect. Then we can do the presentations of bonuses.