The man was a friend of a man who recently escorted me to a budget hotel to meet a stranger for sex. He asked if I would be interested in meeting him ...t his flat in Kensington London.He was he said a gay man but had always wanted to look at his aunt naked and had when a young teenager stroked her bottom. He also said he had fantasies about her being naked and him masturbating while looking at her. He claimed his aunt was flattered that he had stroked her but he panicked because he had only felt. . that was it. He hadn't had enough lately. Well, damnit, it was his own fault, he realized. Probably was the cause of the heartburn that had been eating away at him lately, too.It struck him like a bolt of lightning against a rotting tree trunk. Kathy... he'd been neglecting her lately. Christ, she never complained, never said anything. What a wife! Art shook his head in self-deprecation. And what a lousy husband he'd been lately!Self-recriminatingly, he remembered how when they'd moved into. As he was admiring her office setup, he saw her walking toward him, and suddenly office equipment was the furthest thing from his mind.She’d been wearing a light, form-fitting sweater, short skirt and leggings. Other than her head and hands, her skin was all covered up. Now she was wearing a light blue tank top that was almost sheer, with a lacy white bra trying to peek through, and a pair of white soft shorts that fit her quite loosely. The light colors against her golden skin, her dark hair,. After a hastily winding journey down a maze of backstreets, the king stopped abruptly before a building with a white stone facade.With a brawny fist he pounded on a dark wooden door until the portal opened slightly. Then it was pulled inward fully and a willowy brunette of incredible beauty rocketed out. Her arms wrapped around Tomar's bull-like neck and her lips attempted to smother him with wet, passionate kisses. It was quite obvious that the royal visitor was not a stranger.Lifting the girl.