The bedroom was big and ornate. Dimly seen pieces of off-white furniture lurked in the gloom. A single bar of sunlight slipped between the drapes, crossed the carpet, and pointed to the bed.
It was a large, well rumpled affair - with plenty of room for three. Governor Sandral Usmos gloried in her nakedness, in the way the two lovers sought to please her, and thought about s*x. Or was it power?
The male was one of Sandral's aides, he stationed himself between her legs. The girl who was barely out of her early twenties, guided him to the target.
Sandral took the man in, selected the rhythm she wanted, and took pleasure from the now.
The girl was everywhere, touching, caressing, and fondling.
Sandral wasn't sure which she enjoyed the most, the physical pleasure or the knowledge that she
