Bufford froze. His eyes opened wide. The knife stuck in the floor between his legs. Between thighs only a few inches apart. He dug his chin into his c...est and saw the knife sticking up not far from his groin.“Downstairs!” he shouted.“Here?”“Yes, here! Take him! Take him and leave!”Was Bufford stupid enough to keep a kidnapped child in his own home? Then again, his brother was the police chief. Look what happened to the Millers when they reported their daughter missing.“Where’s the basement?”. Finally the only other survivor of the sinking was the teenage daughter of Lady Whitfield who was rumored to be the "illegitimate" offspring of Prince Fahquat's still virile father King Abdullah. The blond girl just turned eighteen was obviously darker of skin than the ordinary British schoolgirl so perhaps the rumors were true. That was probably the reason that the young Prince had not had carnal relations of any sort with the stunning young blond girl who was constantly at his side. It was. When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350. The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it’s a nice hotel; the rooms certainly aren’t worth $350. When the clerk tells him $350 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager.The Manager appears, listens to the man, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center that were available for the husband and wife. We were spooning, him behind her, her behind me, and I could feel her tits on my back and her hairy bush on my ass. I was glad she couldn't feel how hard I was as we said good night and tried to keep each other warm.In the middle of the night, I was awakened to the sound of them moaning and panting, and I realized that he was on top of her, making love to her slowly, trying to be quiet. She was laying beside me on her back, her bare hips touching mine, and I could feel her soft flesh.