Javila was not in attendance. Although she was the King's favourite, she was a slave when all was told and she had no place at a royal burial. Macro a...ssumed that she was watching the ceremony anyway from one of the walkways in the ceiling of the Temple.The Deacon was pulling out all the stops. It had been fifteen years since the last ceremony of similar importance had been conducted, and it was the first under his tenure. He read no fewer than three long sermons, had four different dignitaries. Jason was more tired now than he had been when he returned from his visit to Rush, but it was a good tired, and he, too, had no trouble sleeping.They got up from bed about 10:30 AM and Jason had a hardy breakfast of eggs, steak, potatoes, and coffee, while Betty ate some fruit and tea. They got dressed and Betty did some work on the mundane business affairs of running a bordello.Jason had accepted Betty's invitation to move in with her, permanently, so he went to his hotel to check out and. For a man in his fifties he has a good toned body and a full-on, larger than average erection with just a tuft of pubic hair.Marcel has an obvious erection under his uniform and it is becoming obvious he has more interest in Stephen and me than Storm.Without saying a word Stephen hands Storm the bottle of oil. “Oil my chest and tease my nipples, you know what turns me on when we share a man. Now my cock.“Would you like to stay and watch, Marcel?,” Stephen teases as Storm struts around the room. Strangely enough, I felt no jealousy. After all, I had Christine now using her tongue to bring my dick back to life. The escalating events just felt like a natural progression of our four-way trysts. It was sex, and it was fun. And I had no doubt in my mind that Courtney truly cared for me emotionally, personally. Sharing her best friend with me was just an extension of that trust.So in that moment I knew: Tonight, I'm going to fuck Christine for the first time.Unsurprisingly, that mental.