A few more strokes and she began to quiver, crying out as she approached her orgasm. I reached up to caress her face, wanting to experience it with he...r. ‘Mmmm… .ohhhh… don’t stop… .like that… ..ohh… ..ahhh… .right there… right there… .ohh… .ahhhh… .’ She began to shake as I slid all the way inside her for the last time and massaged her clit back and forth. Her hips bucked up against mine, and she bit down hard on my hand and whimpered as I whispered into her ear. ‘Ashleigh… I love you so much…. She cleaned herself and washed the make-up smears of her face. She came back into the room to get her purse.- "You are not done yet. I want to talk do you before you leave."- "I wasn't going to leave. I wanted to get my make-up."- "Do I look like your husband, waiting for you to put on your face before we leave for the opera? Come over here."I was sitting in a chair in the hotel room. She walked up to me, I got up, grabbed the top of her dress and pulled it down. Then I sat back down, my dick. You have met and talked to him before," Lord Benaldin replied.Dev thought for a moment shaking his head."My lord, I can honestly say I have never met his majesty," Dev answered knowingly.Lord Benaldin laughed long and hard. Dev looked at him, wondering what the joke was."Sorry," Lord Benaldin said, "But it never occurred to me that you had not discovered by now what his majesty looks like. You met him that day you first came to me. He sat right in that chair, over there," Lord Benaldin said,. After all, that's at least part of the reason for these competitions, at both the high school and collegiate level.In minutes, I was fast asleep, but not comfortably. The alcohol interacted with my disappointment over not speaking to Wendy, or hearing her voice, and my dreams were both erotic and dark. In one dream, she stood nude, arms and legs apart to welcome me, and blew away at a sudden gale of wind that sucked her into the black clouds overhead.That dream passed, and she was with me.