His prick started to harden, but only in that it flushed red and grew a little. It was still a shadow of what she'd felt rutting against her cunt mere moments before. It tasted of lewd sex; smelled of it, too, and the thin sheen of juice on it was yet another reminder. He put a hand to her hair to stroke against her fondly, a small reward for her polishing off his cock.<br/><br/>"Maybe I'll return to the palace in a few weeks... Get on the King's good side, and I'll bring you a little more coin." He winked toward her playfully and stepped back, pulling up his trousers under the gaze of a very uncontent wife and a very terrified butler.<br/><br/>At the stern glance of his wife he shrugged and added. "Give me five more minutes, we won't be late to the Jerrith's."<br/><br/>That was the last straw, though. She shook her head sternly and strutted toward the table that still bore Janica. She obviously had a rather carnal past herself, before when she snatched up one of the strips of leather she knew how to use it. A rather oddly strong hand snatched Janica's wrist, and tugged it toward one leg of the heavy table, with only one possible goal. Strap her down, and give the porky fellow nothing to wait around for. "She's -through-, Arthur! Get out there before I tie -you- up and leave you, too!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>