The king banged on the table once for both to cease their noise.Stefan continued, "He wanted me put to death for slaying his priest in Marakand. When ...e failed at that gambit, he charged me with heresy." Yet you are here and not in his dungeon," the crowned prince remarked with amusement still in his voice. "How did you escape that charge?" I didn't escape the charge, sir; it was true. However, the High Priest doesn't pay his mercenaries enough, and the evidence went into the fireplace," Stefan. Then I remembered what a friend of mine once said, when we were in a discussion about similar situations like this, the stranger part, not the staring like a weirdo part. She said that sometimes a simple "hello" was more than enough. Not knowing what else to say, I decided to try it. If it wouldn’t work I could always blame my friend. Tell her she was wrong.I turned my head to the girl and said: "Hello." Hi," she replied softly. I was still thinking about what to say next when she spoke again.. "Did you enjoy the show?" Thomas asks, having to raise his voice a little over the sound of the party."Yeah! I love watching you guys play....you're amazing," I reply, turning off my camera and looking at him. He grins, and then glances around."It's really hard to have a conversation here, do you want to go somewhere quieter?" He asks, his hand on my side. I nod, and he guides me to an empty bedroom and closes the door."That's better," he says, smiling and sitting on the bed, "you look really. In another glimpse I narrowed my gaze on her breasts and soon came the stimulation. Those nice shapely boobs took me in. I kept starring at them for sometime. Though covered under black polo they were protruding enough to form a protruding facade. The polo wasn’t tight but her boobs were. Some other customers(foreigners) had entered and sat on the table behind me and signaled for her to take their order. As she passed me I feasted my eyes on her ass. She walked with a rhythmic sway her butt.