I was not, however, impressed with the good Commodore's ability to manage a war, and it was clear that he considered himself to be the best man availa...ble and had no interest in stepping down so that someone inferior could muddle things up worse.It didn't help that he started out by insulting me. It didn't help that I returned the favor by insulting his most cherished personal beliefs. Did I mention before that royalty doesn't impress Americans? I've worked with Brit nobility before. Most of. I asked him if he liked my pussy and he told me that it was beautiful. I told him to kiss it.He just knelt there giving me a totally confused look. To expedite things I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips into me. Itold him in what I assumed was a commanding voice to kiss it. He did and he licked me to a super hard super quick orgasm.As soon as my thighs stopped quivering, I pushed him away and grabbed his hand and took him behind his bar. I turned him around, pulled open his jeans. "Sir, may I ask you something?" the blondish rather short guy asked respectfully."Please don't call me sir," the only slightly taller red head replied after hesitating a moment from taking off his shirt. "And you don't have to ask me permission for anything." Yes sir... I mean, okay, Jeff..."Jeff tossed his shirt on the floor and laid a sympathetic hand on his companion's shoulder while the blonde tried to unbuckle his own pants with shaking hands."Kent, relax. No one's expecting you to perform. I told her I was sorry as I didn’t know what else to say. I know I told you it was a one thime thing a few weeks ago she said but if you have that much of a desire for feet just tell me and I will see what I can do about it, but I don’t want your sister involved. I mean it she said. All I could do is mutter an Ok. Now go to bed she barked and off I went.I tossed and turned all night trying to sleep thinking about how mad mom was but also about what she meant about telling her that I wanted a.