We went out, she was out of the doghaus with Herr Castlemeiner fucking her mouth and Herr Grainger fucking her ass while Frau Hilter held the leash I had put around the whore’s neck. I released her hands and ignored the tattoo she began to beat upon my back with her fists. “I hate you, stop, You will hang for this,” she said in complete confusion, for her body and her eyes said “Yes, Fuck me, harder, press harder!”
“Am I your first?” I asked. I wanted her again. “Ah that is him,” the Princess agreed, “Hang him!”
“Good, that’s settled,” the King announced, “I now pronounce you man and wife, and the rest of you case dismissed go home.”
“No hang him!” the Princess demanded. “You would rather eat knackwurst than give me a length of your knackwurst?” she enquired and laughed. “I think I will have a meat pie or some Knackwurst instead,” I apologised.
