- Im cumming now (Did I heard so?)- You are the new girl right? - Yes sir. Im here to follow your orders (doesnt sound strange..but hot?)- Ok. Then si... and lets talk about your tasks- Sure sir, tell me what do you want me to seat.- hmm...anywhereSmiling, I do look directly to THE cleaveage, while she takes a look around, but she looks me back and smiles too (did she noticed? ) She starts walking towards me, and accidentally she falls to the ground. On her knees, right in front of me, I do have. Mary moved the hand away, but in a few seconds it was back again. I heard her protests — "No, I'm a married woman ... it's not right ... don't ..." Both hands were working her tits now. I saw his hand unbuttoning her blouse, then reaching inside her brassiere. Mary's skirt was hiked up even higher as she struggled to get free, but now I could hear her begin to moan softly. I was fascinated by the idea of a complete stranger trying to make out with my wife. X-rated movies had never turned me on,. Am I allowed to say I’m a princess?”“You can, under one condition,” I laughed as I stopped and checked how far we were from the jet. “A princess can hold her head high and carry herself with grace under any circumstances. A properly trained slave can as well, so I think it’s time for a lesson. We’ll let Scarlett go first since she’s familiar with my jet and can make sure you board the correct one. Scarlett, you’re going to hand me your dress then board the jet. You will maintain a normal. He’d underestimated the true scale of the battle, and only the arrival of the Travelers had saved the day.“Hopefully we’ll find out soon,” he said. “Boktar and Treya are looking for any wounded that we might be able to save. We should have some prisoners.” And, with any luck, perhaps the Travelers had been successful too. If they’d managed to catch the Seeker, he was likely to know more than the mercenaries did. The priests wouldn’t be an option—they were both dead.Marco grunted but didn’t say.