The touch of her was electric and my heart beat increased. I was giddy. ‘Peter, may I ask you a question?’ she asked. I looked over at her face o... my shoulder. ‘As long as it isn’t the same one Mike asked you.’ I smiled. She laughed. ‘Please excuse me for asking but I have to know.’ She stopped and looked me in the eye. ‘Why have you never taken me into your bed?’ The English have a good expression for it – gob smacked and that was what I was. That feeling of utter incredulity, of being. We were in another television broadcast. This time, American news people were present though they were not allowed cameras.Madame Fierro, the King’s personal secretary, told me that many cameras were distracting. Televised interviews were not frequent and the press in Landers had to be truthful plus was not allowed to engage in speculation.Three more or less American news services had correspondents present, Fox, CNN, and MSNBC. The King went through what happened and the steps taken by the. " Gently parting her wet snatch lips, she easily sat down easily onto my erection, until her moist pussy hair and my pubic hair came together. Shegently rocked back and forth upon my stiffness, her tight pussy walls gripping and squeezing my rock hardness. She then began a very slow methodical up and down pumping, impaling my rod, and almost allowing it to escape her quivering quaff with each upward motion, only to encapsulate with a more adroit downward motion. Her little butt cheeks beat. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and began to caress my tits through my bra until I finally pulled it up and really went to work on my tits and nipples. I didn't hear the door open and the next thing I knew, Charles had stopped sucking on my cunt and was looking up at our manager Dave. "May I ask what the fuck is going on here?" Dave asked Charles. I almost burst out laughing when Charles replied, "I'm just using the copier" he had said. Looking down at Charles, Dave then said, "Perhaps you could.