It took a long time until I was able to get up. I sat on the floor catching my breathe when again my head was pulled back and a cock was shoved down m... throat. I was so surprised I choked on it. The cock fucked my face hard and deep. Suddenly it was pulled out and hands turned me around. There was the owner of the club. He pushed me back hard and I fell backwards on the bed. Ne jumped after me and rammed his hard cock in my raw fucked cunt. He slapped me and spitted in my face. “Fucking whore!. .. Let’s go inside and see if we can find ‘er, eh?”Cut to a mini-montage, as we move around the building – through the main door, into an elevator, through reception (with the receptionist smiling and waving us through), along a maze of corridors between call booths, and suddenly infront of a very happy looking worker ... We end in close-up on her smiling face.She’s a slimmish woman, neither young, nor old, and neither pretty nor ugly, she’s in that strange mid-ground. Old features but young. “Try me,” I volunteered as we came across a fallen tree by the side of the trail path and I sat down on it. “It may still sound well sexy to me, whether you have got yourself pregnant with Bruce’s puppies or not.”“I definitely won’t be” she retorted in a mock sad voice, sitting down beside me, “Brucie spurned my advances, I’m probably not pretty enough. Or maybe that Landlady Fiona had worn him out shagging him last night. I didn’t see any husbands about in her Pub, did you?”“No, now I think. As for myself, lord, I am no lady. I am but a courtesan, as you yourself said. I’m a hetaira from Lysania, a serf who escaped long ago from that country with not a stitch of clothing on me. Not one drop of royal or noble blood in me. I am unworthy to be the Prince’s wife, after all,” Zoe answered both men, still terrified of the King’s possible wrath, as they finally entered the royal presence.“Let the King decide those matters, my lady. But for now, you claim to carry the royal seed in your.