But not enough to stop the developing crescendo of gratification which culminated in her hip rocking, squealing spasm of sexcitement and my groaning, ...oincident cascade of cock creme into her pulsating pussy.The fortnight passed quickly and the much anticipated evening arrived. I opened the door and there she was in all her glory. Tall, Rubenesque, her voluptuous bosoms pressing hard through a light bra and knitted top, her nipples standing out like bold buttons. Her wide, amply covered hips. I took in its familiar taste - bittersweet.“Undo your trousers.”The armrest provided no impediment as slender fingers grasped my erection. My groan lost in the soundtrack as she nuzzled my earlobe. “Keep watching,” she hissed.Deliberately slow, it added to the pulsating agony of boiling lust. On screen, they had him, on a white shagpile rug. Electric guitar and sax pumped out a funky accompaniment to his struggle. They hunted him down, removed his trousers, and laid across him. The camera. My cock is about to shoot my load when she notices that I am about to cum and she rams a finger up my asshole, which makes my cock shoot thick, rich, ropey strings of cum into her mouth. She keeps sucking till all the cum has drained out of my balls. She then gets up and pushes the cum out of her mouth into mine. Some of it had leaked out onto her breast and I licked that up to. I pulled my pants up and told her I loved her. Over the next few days I. What use in being so close to the King if helearned nothing worthwhile? If he had to be bound and chained to thethrone of his greatest enemy, at least let him learn something. Alas,whatever had occupied the king's thoughts, he chose not to share anythingbesides meaningless pleasantries. From time to time, he played with thesmall ruby ring worn around the pinkie of his right hand, but of thespellbook there was no sign.Aman's dainty arms soon grew tired from waving the massive fan, but therewas.