Although he also inherited the memories and knowledge of the prince, it never hurt to get himself more familiar with his surroundings. The room was la...ishly decorated, befitting the royal heir. His massive four-poster bed dominated the room, on his nightstand were a chandelier, an ornate cup that he knew used to hold dornish wine and a list his previous self had been working on late last night. On the left of his bed the open balcony door blew a soft breeze his way. From his room in the Red. Mmm i love it Nick : Damn he feels good , very loose , very warm & wet. Might even feel better than you ! Rebecca : I have to admit , it's quality ass. Make proper use of him , bang him ! From this point he started moving in and out. I felt his strong hands on my ass , spreading it while he moved deeper inside me with every drill. I felt it getting wetter and hotter.... PFFFFF the feeling just can't be described. I had the need to push my ass out and open even more. From that point he could. ‘Bobbi, do you know what trigger phrase Joe used on these people?’ ‘Yes, it was always nearly the same. He’d say Sleep, then their name and then sleep again.’ Great, I thought. Thank God he didn’t have multiple phrases. And, hopefully, he didn’t think to tell them that only his voice would make them fall back into a trance. I continued to look at the names. I saw that Bobbi’s sister and mother were on the list. So was the hot gal from the apartment upstairs. Joe had planted a nice garden and I. Oh my God, she gasped, still staring at my shaved cunt. Thats what she said, I quipped back. And you are wearing stockings? she continued, clearly stunned by the new me. I shrugged, Actually, they are thigh highs and they make me feel sexy and give easier access, if you know what I mean. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Crystal gasped again, stunned by my frank sexual innuendo. What? I asked. You do know your mother has sex, dont you? Quite a lot actually. Please stop, she replied, as she.