“I want you to fuck me and there are no cameras. You’re so hot, and your cum tastes so good. I want your big cock cumming in my pussy, too, now th...t you can have it. C’mon!”“I don’t…,” Kingford started.“Yes, you do. I have the disc to prove it. And your cum still rumbling in my tummy.”Kingford seemed to tense.Scooping up the key, belt, and envelope of cash, Gina took his hand to lead upstairs, telling him to look all he wanted on the way and to search her room for cameras. She didn’t want. He, too, caught the girl's glance, frowned at her and took me by the arm. "Let us go," he said, "where our discussions will not disturb essential work." He drew me out into the corridor.I followed him. We passed by the room where I had first seen the brown-clad girls that were the object of the Prince's benevolence. A group of them were seated in a semi-circle at one end of the room. In the centre, to my astonishment, sat the Prince, engaged in earnest discussion with the group. He was more. Evan and I have been such great friends for a very long time. At the beginning, we had the hots for each other but we were both always involved with someone else. Over time we just stayed friends knowing it would be better if we kept it that way.He pulled a white halter top out and a black skirt. I called them my "Ho Clothes". I wore them at clubs to look extra sexy, especially if I was looking to get some."Why on earth do you want me to wear them?" I asked.He turned and looked at me. He looked. Igwanda and his troops alone carried the heavier artillery, called "blasters"—stubby weapons that looked something like sawed-off automatic shotguns but fired projectiles that would explode with devastating power on contact. Their users were trained to aim not at an enemy's body but into the ground at his feet; the resulting explosion was of such force that nothing within five meters would survive intact. Overshots were guarded against by a rapidly adjustable guidance system that would divert.