Her squeal of surprise rather than delight was muted by the gunfire.“Sorry I didn’t have time to warn ya to look away, Your Princessness.” Nigel...Mander said as he stepped over to the guards’ bodies and fished for the key to Maria’s cell.“What is happening?” She asked Mander, though she didn’t know his name yet, so he was still The Englishman to her.“Well, it’s like this, Princessness.” Mander explained as he unlocked her cell. “I got lofty goals, me. The kind a kid from the East End ain’t ever. Then I finally stopped teasing myself and gave in to what my body was calling out for.I used one finger to lightly run down the seam of my lips, up and down once, twice, slowly easing myself into it. Then I brought that finger back up towards my clit, aching and poking out from under its hood, wanting to be pleased. I gently started to rub circles around it with the pad of my finger, applying a little pressure, easing up to a lighter touch, applying more pressure again, letting my body adjust. ” Inwardly I groaned at her crass stupidity but I nodded in agreement. I had a part to play after all. We sat and Alexandra motioned for them to begin, her hand clutching my thigh through the silk of my dress. The women circled each other warily. I had no idea whether they had fought before but they had the look of combatants. Their movements were lithe, their bodies well muscled. The blonde, slightly taller than the other, made a dart for the brunette who retreated not in fear but with caution. For him it was a small victory I suppose. For me... just another reason to feel sorry for him. Nothing had changed: we were still together because it was expected of us, because it was the convenient thing for others, because he was the least of two harms for me. I was still in love with my freedom. He was still in love with love. But he tried so hard... His arm slipped underneath me and made my back arch while he kept his assault on my breasts and my core. He inhaled deeply against my skin.