I didn't believe anyone would ever best Sir Griffith. How are you referred to?" asked the Queen."Dusty your highness, no surname, just Dusty," said Du...ty as he cleared his throat and spoke."You are not a Knight of your homeland or another foreign land, are you?" asked the Queen."Uh, no your Majesty," answered Dusty curious where this was going."Good enough. Kneel Dusty," said the Queen as she stood.Looking bewildered Dusty knelt at her feet looking up."Now, now head down please, this is. Some angled in front of a farmers bank to wait until it opened. There was a hardware store, a clothing store, an office supply store, another bank– newer, bigger–and a jewelry store. The city hall was behind him and a barber shop. Farther down the town’s main street was the bus station. He watched the awakening scene with the disconnectedness of the outsider. The prison jacket he’d been given did little to protect him from the morning chill. He shivered. His breath left the warmth of his mouth. This time, he added his thumb. I sucked in a breath. It burned. I was stretched beyond anything I'd ever experienced and I loved every minute of it. I sat up, bracing my upper body on my elbows so I could watch his hand disappearing up my pussy. Slowly, carefully, he screwed and pumped his hand until finally, it slipped into the wrist. "Fuck yeah!" I yelled at him. "Fucking fist me, you sister fucker. Fist me. Lick my clit." He snorted a laugh but immediately dipped his head to my pussy and. Her husband sat quietly while his wife basically offered their cum, breast milk, and at the very least a happy ending hand job to us. He didn’t seem any more submissive than Master Phil to let her speak while he sat quietly. Instead, it seemed like he enjoying having a hot wife that was willing to be so flirty in his presence. I would have thought he’d be embarrassed to have such a slutty wife but it looked like he was tremendously proud of her even though they didn’t make a sale with us.On a.