“It is exciting father, Mr George Stephenson has produced a dampf locomotiven which goes thirty kilometers in one hour, imagine.” “And what use is twenty kilometers an hour when a horse can go faster,” King Harald demanded. “But with twenty tonnes behind, imagine petite twenty tonnes, two big cannon and ammunition at twenty miles an hour, why with three of them we could invade Bad Wisenban and claim a ransom!” Boris replied excitedly. “I liked it better when he just grunted,” Princess Sophia announced as yet another slice of thick buttered toast slid effortlessly down her gaping mouth to swell her already quite outrageously bloated frame. “And when shall you be married my angel?” Queen anal Anya asked. “Very soon,” the princess replied, “As soon as I can for I am so fat I find wanking very difficult without a servant to manipulate the broom handle.” “Sophia!” the King cried, “Not at the breakast table!” “Oh no, I took it out before I got dressed,” Sophia replied. “Its a damn good job you’re a Princess or you might fail the virginity test and have to become a whore,” the King replied, “Though no doubt you would enjoy that?” “What’s hoar?” Little princess Josie asked. “A type of Frosty morning,” Boris replied swiftly. “No its not its a fallen woman,” threesome Josie sniggered, “And fatso would need a crane to lift her if she fell!” “I suppose it will fall to you to exercise the droit de seigneur Harald?” Queen Anya adorable enquired. “Lord no, dicky ticker, no Boris will have to do it,” Harald replied, “Eh Boris?” “Sorry father what?” he asked, “For I do believe with a few alterations one might make a baby Stephenson machine to help Sophie masturbate, do you see if the eccentric rod went.” “I’ll eccentric rod you my lad,” the King said, “No, you have to fuch Ekaterina!” he said, “Cousin Ekaterina?” “No, let Roger roger her,” Boris said wickedly, “I shall remain celibate like her majesty queen of England Elizabeth!” “No you damn well won’t, they’ll have you hung as a poofter,” King Harald insisted, “No on her wedding eve you will conjoin with Ekaterina and if she is not pure you shall send her to the brothel!” “No!” Boris insisted. “Indeed you will,” the King insisted, “Or I shall withdraw your allowance.” “In that case I shall go to England to learn Mr Stephenson’s secrets.” Boris announced. “Yes, maybe he can make me a machine for fuching so I don’t need a smelly husband!” Sophia agreed. “Or, maybe I shall buy a Stephenson machine if you do fuch Ekaterina.” the King suggested. “Yes!” Boris agreed, “Excellent!” “She is very beautiful,” Josie said wistfully, “I do wish I was like her.” “You are darling,” the queen explained, “Very beautiful.” “But my titties are tiny Mama!” Hardcore Josie protested. “But your waist is tiny,” then queen explained. “No” I said. “James!” Ruri moaned, her thighs flexing beneath my grip. I slipped my blouse on and then reached into the closet and got out my short black business mini skirt off the hanger. Interestingly, she threesome gave the first solid piece of advice in the business that didn't have to do with sex which was don't wash your hair twenty-four adorable hours before a shoot petite because leaving a Hardcore little oil makes it easier to style and you spend less time in the dreaded anal styling chair. They burn with a steady pain, which turns to a hot stabbing if I make anything more than a small movement with my hips. Dong continued to stare down at her. “Is a girl in power when she gives you a blowjob?” He definitely was nothing in comparison to Prince Charming. They all stare at me. “What? Comprende?" The next day was really hot.