We made love as soon as he arrived. To be blunt, I fucked his brains out. My pent up horniness exploded, and the courtesan attacked her king. My fears that he was somehow losing interest were nonexistent. We collapsed and slept soundly. The wet spots on the sheets, and there were several, did not interfere with our slumber. In the morning I arose first. He was deep asleep. I admired his fit body; he looked like one of the “fast” group. He was sprawled on the bed. I liked how his soft cock and empty balls draped on his hip. I did not wake the sleeping monarch and slipped silently from the bedroom. I showered and washed crusty splotches from my hair, breasts, and thighs. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. My tan was uniform. My hair was lighter from so much sun. My arms, abs and legs looked toned. I must have lost a little weight; my body was tighter and firm. I liked how I looked. My taut body and bare pussy made me look years younger. I'd need to be careful with the sun, though.
