It took every bit of his concentration to keep his breathing normal, and not let on what was going on below the table. He was Pavel Romanov, Czar of Russia...it just wouldn't do for him to be panting as if he were running a marathon, no matter what was being done to him by his gorgeous wife. But when she leaned over and whispered *that* in his ear, he could have sworn he stopped breathing altogether.<br/><br/>"Liz," he whispered, finally remembering to breathe, "I am not going to cum in my trousers," he muttered stubbornly. "There's no telling how long we'll be subjected to these hypocrites and imbeciles, and I refuse to spend that miserable time freezing my balls off." He protested. So unless she planned to take care of his 'deposit,' she should really stop now.