It’s all too much.It isn’t a matter of what if anymore.My king loves me.“Okay,” I say, and lean in to kiss him. “There’s just one catch.�...�His brow raises, waiting.“Cliff will want to meet you.”“Is that all?” He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist. “As you wish. Anything else I should know?”I feign a long, thoughtful pause. Then I move closer, our lips almost touching but not quite. “I never stopped thinking about that night.”His breath hitches and his eyes close before they reopen,. I though it is not bad idea. I started sucking him. It was little salty in taste and still it was not hard. I feel like a having salty and soft flexible rubber in my mouth.After one or two minutes I removed his cock and asked him to go to that place. He closed his zip and told me that he will go first and I should follow him while keeping some distance. He stand up and started walking. I waited for 01 minute and I also came out of theatre. He was there little far from gate. I recognized him. The wind felt great, for it was a rather hot sunny day. He liked to take short side-trips into nooks and crannies along the channel - little backwater places that I'd never seen. At about 3:00, he took us down a side channel and tied up at a restaurant with a dock."Best place to eat anywhere," he said, beaming. "And you pretty much can only get here by boat. Almost nobody knows about it," he added, which was a bit of a stretch, since there were about eight or nine boats tied up already.Inside. I was beginning to think that I was visiting the older battlegrounds rather than the ones that I had actually been in during my normal lifespan because I had studied them for examples of successful strategy and tactics against a dedicated foe.At least I didn’t have any bullet holes in me this time and I felt reasonably good about my overall stamina and general health.I had wanted to have a lengthy sit-down pow-wow with Mister Franklin about a whole range of subjects but he had postponed it.