The lead sentry following me reported that there were and estimated twenty-five thousand people currently on royal grounds to watch the crowning, with...another forty thousand people in the neighbor city.“Ninety percent won’t even be able to make out the shape of the balcony, why?” I asked.“Many for pride in just being present for such an event, and many for fear that they would be questioned for not showing their support,” the sentry replied.I looked to my left and right and could not even count. " You are right. The nude beach, please." Oh, Missy, you go alone there?" Yes, is it far?" Close, but you sure go alone? Lots of offers for lone good looker." I can handle it."No more was said, but I liked what he said. I could use a lot of offers. At least somebody would appreciate my body. He was right. It was close, about a fifteen-minute drive. His only comment was when I paid him was, "You have fun, Missy. Looker like you, wish I was twenty-five years younger." I laughed. He laughed, but I. " He cut off my final word by lowering his cock to my mouth and jamming it forcefully down my neck. The roles were slightly reversed now, my chin felt the hair above his cock, my nose having to sniff his balls. He humped my face, thrusting his dick what seemed like even further into my oriface. Drool continued to fall from my mouth and slid down my face. It was degrading, having someone use my mouth as something to simply get off on while having my own spit slide down and begin to glaze my face. "Mark, I'm glad you're home. I need you to see something." Haven't I seen enough, Charlene? What do you want me to see, more pictures of you fucking teenage boys?" Please, Mark, if you'll be patient I can explain everything."She took off her coat. My eyes bugged out at the outfit she was wearing. It was a skimpy corset that revealed most of her breasts. She had a short skirt on and obviously wasn't wearing panties. My heart stopped. With her excitement and attire I braced myself for more.