Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland - Sex Stories

Meeting Memphis-pt1 ~ A Girl and Graceland

... Beyond frustrated Marc Pedersen screamed in the lowest voice a human could scream with, (this is all SO damn funny!!) "How did the rope get on the ground? If anybody finds out that you were upstairs or that the rope was down, I'm gonna get fired." "Mr. PeTerson sir, Now no one wants to see you get fired. Just like I didn't want to see my fiance... my future wife, soil... the king's belongings." He squeezed my hand. I think he knew what he was doing to me. And he was right my juices were just dripping down my legs after hearing 'fiancee and wife'. "Again Mr. PeTerson (his annoyance of the way his name was being butchered was growing) Sir, I do pologize! This is my 1st time in the cathedral... of the king. (omg his pauses between words, is killing me!) And I was ignorant... of all of your rules and regulations. But sir... I do beg of you to grant us a favor." "A FAVOR!?" Pedersen screamed out, " If you think for a second..." Just then his walkie-talkie squawked with what sounded like a supervisor's voice, "Pedersen, have you got a problem over there? Do you need me to send somebody over to help you?" He quickly responded, "No, sir, I've got it under control, out!" He looked at us and I started feeling sorry for him, as he was practically begging us to leave. "Just go! If they send backup, they will find everything out and I will certainly get fired." "And ain't nobody wants that sir. Like I's sayin. If you would be so kind as to allow us to exit to the outside through the ...

... front door here. So as I can get my wife out and into some fresh air as soon as possible. I would forever be so much appreciative of your kindness, sir" (Wife haha now I'm his wife. What is he doing?) Mark with the C and the D and the E started stammering and fidgeting with his key card, "ummm gee I don't know, I'm not allowed to..." Marshal squeezed my hand, which I assumed was my sign that something was coming up I that needed to pay attention to. "I understand that Mr. Peterson sir, honestly I do. (squeezing my hand again) But if she were to... 'get sick' (squeeze) and ruin any of the fine artifacts of this house of our almighty king, well, I just don't know how I could ever forgive myself sir." Oops!! There it is! That was my cue. I feigned sickness and ran over towards a large urn by the door. That sure got Marc with a C, excited! "No no no no no ma'am!! Ma'am, Please don't do that." Marc exclaimed as he fumbled to get the key card in the slot. The door flew open and just as I was getting ready to step through my 'husband' swept me off my feet. With his camera in hand he said, "Well I do declare, I should carry you across the threshold my love. Now look at us, home sweet home!" As he snapped a series of pictures of us walking through the front door. The FRONT DOOR!!! How is this happening!? Marc was NOT happy, "No sir! No sir you can not do that sir!" My 'husband' sat me down on a metal bench and whispered in my ear, "Go get ready to pretend to throw up on the lion." "MarK ...