“You will have your chance to address the charges! One more outburst and I will have you taken to the dungeon in chains! Is that clear?”Jacques le... Gris’ face was red with fury, but he held his tongue and nodded his head to his liege lord. “I understand.”“Sir Jean,” the Count began, trying to calm the atmosphere. “What evidence do you have to support your claim?”“Evidence?” Jean asked, “What do you mean evidence? You have my word as a knight and that of my wife, the Lady Marguerite.”“Your word. Sugar on his tongue.“The motion of them turned hard and insistent, even violent. The king was afraid he may hurt the girl, but no, she was more than able to accept the most fervent of his attentions. Perhaps she was even matching them, as if he had awakened something in her, or she was coming into the discovery of it now, a door that, once unlocked, could never be closed again. “What kind of satisfaction was this that only birthed a new and more fervent desire? Where was the final the relief. Upon arrival at the hotel, Gail and I were whisked off in different directions, our escort having sensed the tension between us and, not knowing what it might be based in, feeling it best to keep us apart. The wrath of the Vientiane station chief was no doubt something our escort didn’t want to risk.I was still very much hot and bothered, and very hard from the brief encounter with Gail at the restaurant, when I was shown into my guest quarters. A massive four poster bed occupied the center of. “Mmmm,” mumbled Elissa and Misti together.“Good boy,” Elissa said. “If you want to see more, open your shirt and lose the undies.”Like a coiled spring, Mordred jumped up and removed his briefs, tossing them to the side. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and sat back down, legs slightly apart and began stroking again.As a reward, Misti walked behind Elissa and put her arms around her and reached up to cup his wife’s breasts. Elissa closed her eyes and laid her head back on.