At this moment, the last thing she wanted to be doing was sitting beside her husband’s corpse being committed to the soil. All she truly desired was to get out of the garter crushing her enormously well-endowed chest – and her lungs along with them. It wasn’t another half-dozen ‘Merci’ later that brought the sitting ruler to her breaking point. The country had taken enough of her time, and more than enough of her headspace, and the time had come for her to unwind. Perhaps a hot bath was in order, she mused to herself. “Come, Gael, Beau, we are leaving. J'en ai ral le cul, and I need to relax,” spoke Noémie in between a prescribed visitation of political posers. With a synchronicity of acknowledgments and a militant adherence to carrying out their commander’s direct instructions, both of the muscle-bound Africans lowered themselves onto their haunches and grasped the Nipples bewelled handles of the open-air sedan chair. It never ceased to amaze the queen regent when both of her burly advisors lifted her litter. It seemed to give them no pause whether or not she was seated inside of it. Considering that, Noémie decided that if they so chose to, the pair of them could probably tear her in half. She felt fortunate to be on the power-holding end of the relationship. With their charge in tow, both Beau and Gael began their methodical procession towards the looming, distant castle in which the new queen would conduct her blowjob reign. In the gold-flaked ceremonial litter, Noémie couldn’t even allow herself the pleasure of relaxing her head back and enjoying the hypnotic jostling of Beau and Gael’s footfalls threatening to lure her to sleep. Any sign of weakness would no doubt be noticed by someone, somewhere in the kingdom. She couldn’t afford that, so her posture remained firm and resolute all the way up the cobbled path. She waved down Fucking the gate guards from several yards away; there would be no impedances sucking to getting her back to her royal bed chambers. “Oh, God. Get me out of this putain de corset,” pleaded the disrobing Noémie upon Hardcore arriving in her quarters with a sticky coating of French epithet dribbling off of her words moments after arriving in her bed chambers. After spilling out of the manpowered sedan, she dispensed of her shoes and pulled her dress down from around her shoulders. On cue, her escorts sprung into action and, taking either bowed endline knot on the back of her tit-restricting garment, pulled the lacing away. Noémie heaved her first full-bodied breath for the first time since she laced up this morning. “Mon dieu, merci beaucoup,” breathed the queen as she was freed from the incarcerating chest guard. She didn’t even bother reaching for it as the frilled, white, and hateful accessory clattered to the plush carpeting of her chambers. Had she not been wearing a light, unstructured bra beneath the pile of misery on the ground, she would’ve shown off her royal knockers to both of her upright manservants when she turned around to wrap either arm around their necks. Noémie sighed, then indian all but melted into the strong grasp of the two men. Maintaining the stoic, stone-faced and stalwart expressions they wore in a similar mask throughout the day alongside their ruler, Beau and Gael gingerly returned the gesture with a delicate tandem embrace of their own. “Merci, both of you. Truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done had you not been at my side today. I swear, if I had one more court duke approach me and give their condolences through gritted teeth before asking for – ah, I just don’t know,” blabbed an exasperated widow. It was plain to either of the queen’s advisors that she was looking for an outlet for her frustrations. 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The whorish sounds caused by my torment counterpoint the agonized cries that Elionara, close by, emits because of hers. Sam was there for quite a while before he lifted disappearing into the sky. He grunted like a dog. I could Fucking feel my pussy muscles convulsing. How in the sheer force of fuck did I never get caught? I had to feast. He pulled my panties to the side and began to rub his dick against my pussy lips. I answered with a smile. But the fun comes in the evening. You told him off and before he could argue with you or scold you or even take you out to the woodshed for an attitude change, you set him on his Nipples heels by quitting and hanging up. And if it gets to bad, I will go play with kitty for a while; she is so cute. She smelled like a mix of both. The humiliated teacher said, "Please kiss my nipples." as she began to indian sob.