"You are one fine piece of woman." I can see you think so," she said impishly and looked at my once-again gallant reflex. I shrugged helplessly."So......he likes you," I laughed. "What of it?" Oh, nothing," said Sandra. She slipped back into bed, this time pressing her front against me. She gave a deliberate wiggle, which pushed all the right parts together quite deliciously, and reached down to run a hand over my cock with one last comment. "Don't you think you're a bit overdressed?"I couldn't. I walked out of the throne room and walked the corridors until I reached my room, I opened the window and walked out onto the balcony, and jumped up onto the railing, I started crying the scene reminded me of when I left Leonardo…. No, I had to be strong, but I did not know where to go. What could I do? I had a very vague and unpredictable plan that just might work, I had to try it.I ran back into the throne room, everyone in there was stunned to see me again.Matthew: King Ashnard! I challenge. When we arrived home we had been away for nearly three months and I was eager to start trading artworks again. The turning point in my art business came when I realised that I should import art from other countries. However, for the corporate niche that I sold to, the established artists were too expensive and that's when I hit the jackpot. Indigenous art. I started with art from Asia, and the dot art of the Australian aborigines. Soon I could not get the quantities of works that my customers. We didn't even reach for the soap. To go mouth to mouth with Matt I didn't have to climb him like I did Terrell.We were lubricated by lust, our mouths, teeth, tongues clashed and wrestled, legs tangled, arms wrapped. I was filled with his breath, him with mine. There was a musky smell to our mingled breaths, and from other parts of us, a sweet mouth taste, the touch of skin and tongues, blood roaring in our ears along with the rush of water.We tried to make the two of us into one, arms and legs.