“And for me, watching your lady sucking me while I ogle your erection,” Simone replies as she bends to grasp it.“That is a turn on baby for me b...by, I want to suck Simone as foreplay before you have her,” Roger groans as he brushes me aside, kneels in front of her and takes his cock into his mouth.“Love your big cock hanging out of your crotchless pantyhose. In a minute I am going to fuck Sarah while she blows you. And she is very good,” Roger tells us he seats Simone on the couch and positions. "Bingo! I had my opening."Jamie, I do an out of town trip every month with my three partners. Do you think maybe..." I let the sentence trail off deliberately."You really do want to put me on the street, don't you?" She said it with a smile."As long as Stephen is not taking care of you properly, how about just the four of us and once in a while a very big client?"She looked at me without a word. I'd better sweeten the pot."We could really make it worth your while."Still nothing. "How about. It was a very deliberate test of their submission to my rule now. I even kept Guaedret nude for my pleasure as well. Ernest I permitted only his nightclothes, as a further demonstration of my power.“Good sirs, be apprised of my intentions toward you, this fair town, this borough, this shire, and indeed this duchy. As the new and first Duke of Cornwall, I seek to assert the rights of this ancient land against the usurper and rebel Roger Mortimer, his lover the treacherous French Queen who turned. A tuft of hair, perhaps, neatly kept but untrimmed, dark and thick. Warm, wet folds, probably musky from a mix of arousal and the heat of the day. I breathe in deep through my nose and close my eyes for a moment.As I open them, I see Bird now fully reclined. Both legs bent pressing her heels into the ground to lift her hips, wiggling them free from her jean-short bondage. I was spot-on about the tuft of hair.Bird’s shirt is next to go. A loose-fitting powder-blue t-shirt that is easily pulled.