I looked out on the balcony, the sun slowly seeping down, telling me six o’clock was coming soon enough. “I will do my best, Lady Genevieve.”
And I left the room for the ball rooms, which were already crowded with hopeful ladies of every stature invited to this ball. Lying on the table, my pussy hanging off, Clyde slid slowly into me. By the time the Prince entered the almost empty room, I had downed three flutes of champagne, and was working on a fourth, and was defiantly on my way to drunk. It was huge! He took one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it until I moaning in ecstasy. I wanted him-I didn’t know what it was I wanted, but I wanted him. His large hand forced my head three fourths down his dick before I couldn’t handle anymore, and he’d pull back.
