But after talking to her for 2 days straight, we became friends. Friends who were there for each other at all times. Morning and night. Becoming frien...ds with her wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to fuck her. I continued chatting with her for a month until I finally found a way. After a month I finally got the perfect dialogue to insert that sexual edge that I wanted. I finally got my start. Just as always we started normally and in the middle of the conversation.Me: Priya, sorry to do this, but I. I got dressed and went to the restaurant in the basement of our hotel. I ate a big meal, which made me feel better. Still, where was my wife? I returned to our room and started to call her, but noticed I had a text. The text was from my wife and it said, ‘Do you have the butt plug in your ass?’ I didn’t, but I lied and texted back, ‘Yes, I do.’ My wife replied, ‘Go to the bathroom mirror and take a picture of your ass with the plug in and send it to me.’ Uh oh. Shit, I was busted. I went in the. I feel uncomfortable and totally out of my element in my princely adornments. Despite herself, Isabel giggles seeing how uncomfortable I am. She finally says, See you did not want to be royalty either. We both will hate how we are required to dress. I give her a kiss and say, I am not sorry for what I am. However, you are right I do hate how we are required to dress. Isabel asks, Would you be happier as a wizard or the Prince? I chuckle before I say, I am both now, and I cannot see a way that. He was very friendly and dressed almost identically to me, I noticed Dee grin when she too noticed how we were dressed. Martin is about my height with a muscular body and he had shaved his hair so that he looked like the stereotypical drill sergeant. We were shown through their immaculate house to the garden where Crystal was sitting reading a book. She was wearing a colorful wrap but I wasn’t sure what she was wearing underneath. A cold buffet was laid out and we all got chatting as we drank.