And, from Monday, I shall revere and respect you as the wife of my master, to whom I will pledge my loyalty and who I will promise to defend from all ...enemies. Call it ‘courtly love’ - the love of a Knight for his Lady.”“You think I am a princess?” she asked with a smile.“I do. Keep me always in your heart, but never allow that to interfere with your relationship with Hideki.”She nodded, “I have had a very long talk with Grandmother about it. I am fully prepared.”“Good. Do you feel as if you are. He couldn't have been more than twenty-three. Later in the evening, he'd followed her out to the restrooms without her noticing, waited for her in the passage. When she came back through the door, it was a shock to see him standing there smiling.No words passed between them, and she had allowed him to take her arm and silently manoeuver her into a dark corner where he had kissed her intensely, kissed her as if his life depended on her breath in his mouth. And she had responded with her own. ‘Don’t worry about them,’ Biddie said as her husband arrived to take her to dinner. ‘That lot think that professionalism rules. They’ve lost touch with the great unwashed public.’ ‘Eh?’ said the guys who couldn’t believe what Biddie had just said. They had assumed balling the public was a no-no. The two nervous unproven TV presents met in the lounge bar of their favorite hotel that had been reserved for them and eleven of their mates and partners plus their Dave and Wal’s families. Frank. Neema felt so much pain that day. She felt she could never walk again. There was a gaping hole in her butt. Still, the orgasmic pleasure she had was enough. It made her wish that it was her well-hung son who had fucked her pussy for the first time, years ago. And not her husband.Arun would graciously accept he was his mother’s sex toy. Neema would easily agree that she was her son’s cum bucket. Neema had been taking birth control pills ever since her son had been fucking her. Arun used a condom.