Well, Nelly really did most of the talking. I was too busy watching her toes wiggling in her cartoon designed socks. With a laugh she asked, “Have... you even heard a word I said, or are you already mesmerized by toes?” Tripping on my words, before I could answer she swung her feet into my lap, demanding for a massage. I could already feel my dick starting to grow under her planted soles. Trying to keep in control, I grabbed her right foot and asked, “How does this feel?” as I worked my. I value my wedding vows and I always made sure that our mucking around stopped short of me doing anything physical.Then one morning after I'd fought with Alex about how much I'd been spending on clothes, I started crying when Byron told me how nice I was looking. He sat me on his desk and started comforting me.Before I knew it, Byron had raised my skirt and was having sex with me. We didn't make love, it was just sex. I didn't try to stop him. I just lay there the whole time wishing it was. Carley was walking around. “Shit,” she said. “I could get used to this.”The room was a “triple suite” with a large sitting room and two bedrooms, each containing a King bed. The bathroom was enormous for a European hotel. It had a shower-slash-tub that was actually big enoughfor two adult humans. There was even a separate tub with Jacuzzi jets.“I’ve stayed here before,” I told Carley. “Actually, I’ve stayed in this room before. It’s very comfortable and quiet.”We all felt like warmed-over shit.. ‘And what do you think?’ I asked her.‘Please Majesty, I dare not say.’ I squeezed her hand and smiled as a mother would smile at a frightened child, for she was frightened and I could see tears begin to well in her eyes.‘And what of my husband, the King?’ for I had not seen my husband since the day he approached with the soldiers.‘I have heard tell that he is very angry with you. He wanted to mate the great white bull with some of the cows in his own herd, but now even his soldiers are afraid.