Question everything

"What going on?" you ask, and in response, Beatrice's hand slides up your leg to your pants crouch.

"I know neither of us planned on this, but now there is no helping it; we are candidates now, and there is no turning back. My life would be much better if I retained the title of queen instead of becoming a mistress. If by any chance, it is not to be me who gains your favor and the right to sit by your side on the thone, I would prefer it to be someone from our country. Or even better yet, I would prefer it to be someone in my own family that is to be the wife of the man I'm **** to be mistress of, so my daughter and I agreed to double our chances at conception and share you during our turns."

"Isn't that cheating?" You question

Beatrice slowly crawls on top of you, as if she is a predator on a hunt and your they pray. With her body completely hovering over yours, she steals your first sexual kiss on the lips in your life while her daughter frees your cock from your pants. "Didn't I say ALL candidates cheat." she gently tickles your cock so that all you can do is nod," and aren't we candidates?" You suddenly realize that Beatrice's silver nightgown is covering your lap, and she had adjusted your cock, so it is resting against her shaven underwear-less pussy. She rubs your cock against her wet lips as she asks again, " so are we candidates."