At the end of the game, I’m finally done with these British hotties. Kate seems although still hoping for more. Convinced that the Princess is undoubtedly hooked and considering the need to rest following the sex marathon who takes place here, I decide to leave ensuring a slightly disappointed Kate that she will soon get some more taste of my big royal stick.
I drive back to my place and, after a good shower, I quickly fall asleep on my bed. The next morning, I’m awaked by several knocks on my door. I put on my sweatpants walking to the door and as I open it I found myself facing an elegant and well-dressed woman.
Apologising for the disturbance, she introduces herself as Rebecca Bale, the Protocol Coordinator in charge of the Princess travel and asks me for a few words. I let her come in as my mouth drops lightly at the sight of the beautiful woman stepping in my place. Even in her mid forties, she releases a sort of radiant and appealing image which is strangely magnetic.
Not totally awake, I try to promptly recover and I offer her a place in the couch as I sit next to her telling her “I’m all yours”. A little worried about how to start, she briefly hesitates then launches into her speech; “Mister Doe, your unexpected visit yesterday at Kate’s house has not been without consequences. Not only the Princess but her friends Clarissa and Sarah whom by the way is my daughter are totally disorientated by what happened there. And, when I say disorientated, it sounds like a hell of an understatement, Mister Doe, if you see what I mean”. “They constantly talk about incoherent things like not coming back to England, moving altogether, worshipping their new god, sharing a massive shaft and I’ve got a strong feeling that you’re not uninvolved in all that trouble and I need you to rather sharply fix it out”.
“Slow down Rebecca, you don’t mind I call you Rebecca”. She frowns a little but remains silent. “I’m not responsible for all the mess you’re talking about; I just had some fun with these hotties, no offense M’am, watching the Superbowl and teaching them how to deal with touchdowns. Anyway, what do you want me to do?”
“I need you to come with me and help to turn these young ladies back to their senses, especially the Princess as you can easily foreseen the stakes”
“What do I get in return?” I reply with a devilish smirk. She seems taken aback by my words but quickly overcoming her initial reaction, she throws back “How dare you asking me anything after the mess you put in the Princess life. You’re the one to blame; you’re the one to repair”
With a big smile, I stand up and lowering my pants, I free my black monster and, taunting her, I answer “You’re the one to ask, you’re the one to pay for…”
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