“Fetch boy, go fetch for your Mistress!”Slowly but surely I made may way out of the room, Carrie laughing each time I bumped into something, and e...ventually reached the kitchen. My hands made their way up the table leg, and explored over it, touching each object till I found one of the strap-ons. I picked it up, and found a way to hold it in my mouth, before dropping back to all fours and slowly making my way back to the bedroom.Mistress laughed at me when I found the bed. I had dribbled all. Next second, his feet were cupping my dick, and though I had been trying hard to keep it under control, I jumped to attention at once. I wasn’t huge, probably around six inches, but I was hard as stone, and my shorts strained to keep it contained. He took his feet and hooked them around the top of my shorts and gently began to slide them down, all the while still massaging my feet, until they were around my ankles. Then, he slid them off and tucked them away behind me. Now completely naked, I. “You must meet my wife. My poor Therese is - how do you say? - under the weather. She asked Anita to accompany me in her stead, but she should be fine again tomorrow. We shall have a little tea reception at our embassy at four. Will you do me the favour and attend?”“Of course, Your Majesty, we shall be most honoured,” Richard answered, struggling to maintain his good manners. “As we all are by your presence here.”The King smiled and turned to Anita.“I wager not two people in this room even know. Thats odd, I thought, Moms usually back from work by now. I walked slowly up the stairs, jumping over the creaking one at the top when I heard a soft noise that I recognised from somewhere before. It was coming from my moms room. I crept towards the door to my moms room and carefully pushed the door open a tiny bit. I recoiled in shock at what I saw, my mom was riding on top of a very muscular black man that I had never seen before. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy and her hair flew around.