"She smiled a tired smile."And there are no people in this world I trust more." I hope these rooms work, for now. In the morning we can arrange better..."Shanna watched as the Elven Queen moved into the first bedroom. Two beds, little more than cots, stood on one side, a small nightstand between them. A small writing desk, a table with two chairs. Sparse furnishings, as un-royal as could be imagined. Still, they were clean, warm. Secure. Catty turned to her."We have slept in far worse. Thank. She'd threatened him with v******e, blackmail and excommunication until he promised to let her in on how he managed it.So here they were. In the living room of someone's large west end flat with an odd assortment of people, some older, some younger, several very attractive, and one or two vaguely familiar, the way people are when you recognise them from TV. The spokesman, supposedly a producer called Graham, was one of those. He was a well built guy in maybe his mid forties, with a shorn head,. Peter and her were fine, and it was clear that when she was not wearing a bracelet, or displaying her panties, they could be as they always were. She could see him looking, checking, but he never did it in a way that made her uncomfortable. It was more like he was not wanting to miss her interest, when she next was ‘interested’.A week passed, and then another, and she realized a long weekend was coming up, friends and an outing were planned, and if she wanted any more fun time, she needed to. Just go slow, ok?" Sue said."Ok."Ethan pulled his cock out of her cunt with a wet sucking sound. The head popped out, followed by a gush of thick sperm that stained the mattress between Sue's legs. She groaned.His dick was coated with sticky fluids, still hard as a rock. He raised it with one hand and aimed the head at Sue's tiny, greasy hole. She was quiet, panting. The head touched her there and she gasped."Oh yeah... oh yeah," she said over and over in a low voice.Ethan pressed forward..