In her husband’s mind, the King was fucking his wife. In the King’s mind, he was breeding. He was fucking for his pleasure, for her pleasure, and ...to produce c***dren.The King enjoyed it. He was as horny as any male would be in that situation. This was no longer just a role play based on an old traditional, obligatory prima nocta. He felt he really was king, committed to his duty as an alpha male to provide her with his semen, and to impregnate her with her first baby. Later when she and her new. .fun...unh, unh, unh, unh, FUCK YES!"She turned back to the cock in her face, swallowed it down, and proceeded to let them use her holes.Kait looked at me, smiled, and at the same time in one swift movement, dropped her skirt to the floor and whipped her shirt off over her head, her fantastic tits bouncing as they were unleashed. I followed suit, though not so elagantly. Remembering my nipple clamps on my skirt, I quickly affixed them and followed Kait to the gathered crowd.Purring a few dirty. But this time she’d be doing so on camera. A wicked voice inside her head told her that this was everything she had ever wanted. The persistent voice had been with her throughout her life. It had been consuming at times, one that she often had difficulty in denying. It was the same voice that had been with her when she first learned to masturbate, when she’d taken her first taste of alcohol, when she’d given her first blow job, when she’d tried her first joint … and just before her first-ever. I'm not sure how long it took for him to get his first peek but he did give us a lot of extra attention. I noticed he was standing at an angle which would give him the best view. After several glasses of wine Christi had loosened up and didn't keep trying to adjust her top as she had been earlier in the night to keep her breasts out of sight. I'm sure the waiter noticed as well. We had made plans to go out to a couple of bars after dinner but we were having a good time there and Christi was.