Andromache smiled evily and watched Hector with eyes full of desire and lust.

Her toes inched along the inside of his thigh.

Hector took a deep breath and tried his best to ignore her foot. Ignore the way she inched her toes along the sensitive skin, inch by inch, further up his armor.

Fully aware of the packed table at the banquet, Hector was seated beside the holy man, Muzari. Paris on his other side. Giving the servent Padme behind Andromache a eye which she ignored. Fully aware what her mistress was doing to the crown prince.

"What do you think Hector," asked Muzari.

The young prince ripped his eyes from his wife, "Pardon?"

Her toes pinched the inside of his thigh and made him jump in his seat.

Muzari narrowed his eyes, "What do you think of Greek uniting under a single King? What do you make of his intentions?"

Andromache lifted her eyebrows as if to ask her husband what he thought. She enjoyed the warmth of his skin, the smoothness of it, she didn't even mind the little bit of hair upon his thigh.

"I think we should..........the Greeks were always......I think it's a good, well I......

who's the king again Mennalaus or Agammenon?"

Whispers and looks traveled between the men and women seated at the table.

Hector crossed his legs, "I think it's time the Greeks became united, but we should watch them more closely now, their King didn't become King because of a treaty."

Padme watched the look that Hector sent to Andromache and felt a chill run through her own body. It didn't take a whore to know what that gaze held. She could see in his eyes what he intended to do with Andromache when they were alone together.

Thinking he'd stopped her teasing Hector found his was wrong.

Andromache put her other foot under his bum.

Enjoying the firm buttocks. The firm warm buttocks she'd grown so fond of, her buttocks.

"What about the Greek Army? Now it will be larger in size." Asked another official at the end of the table.

Hector began to speak, Andromache slid her toes up under the garmet he wore under his skirt. A horrified look came across his face, "What Army?"

"The Greek Army."

Her toes pulled the garmet aside, Hector pulled his leg down and shifted in his seat. Which sent her feet to the floor.

"It's grown larger in size, I agree. But they may have problems at the start with all the tribes of Greece coming together under one leader. But if they truely put effort into the Army it may become a great force."

Andromache then pulled the garmet down his thighs, over his knees, and his sandals to his ankles. With her foot she took hold of the garmet and gave it to Padme. Then she put her feet on his bareknees and opened them, then lay her foot between his legs.

Hector closed his legs but not in time.

Andromache massaged her husband with her toes. Behind her Padme slid the garmet in the folds of her robe and watched with great interest.

Innocent of what Andromache was doing, Paris asked, "How much larger has it grown?"

A smile came over Andromache's face as she tormented him, she felt him grow under her foot. Hector closed his eyes and prayed to the God, which God he wasn't sure, he couldn't quite remember who but was pretty sure it started with a vowel.

"Hector?"

"No," Hector immediatly hissed.

Then Andromache pulled her foot back and pushed her chair out. Priam looked to his daughter-in-law from where he sat. Andromache dipped her head, "It's late my King, I wish to retire."

"Of course Andromache, Hector will be along shortly."

Andromache looked back at her husband and slid her feet in her sandals. The look he gave her was a warning, one she couldn't wait for him to act out.

"Good night, Hector."