He slammed against the vent and popped it out, sliding out and down to theground. His bare feet hit the grass and he savoured that feeling. Afeeling h... hadn't felt in all too long. All those months in heels. Damnthose heels. He'd never have to wear them again. He started to run to thewall, about 30 feet away from where he'd landed. But he couldn't. Thosedamn boobies whacked against his chest as he bounced up and down. Why hadhe removed his bra? He slowed to a manly stride over to the wall.. If you’re going to be rubbing your cunt with oil I want to be able to watch the fun.”the girl wordlessly returned to sit on the foot of the bed and pulled the stopper from the vial. A floral scent with musky undertones wafted from the bottle. “Legs open wide, please,” instructed The Prince. Obeying, she poured a thin stream of oil onto her cunny and began to work it in between the lips with her fingers. “Very nice,” commented The Prince. “You’re obviously quite the expert at frigging yourself.. Collins, I’ve been better, but it costs more. It’s certainly a pleasure to see you again, as well. I hope we’re not intruding.’ ‘Certainly not, I was about to have some tea. Won’t you join me? Who is your handsome young friend?’ ‘Ms. Collins, this is Jonathan David Potter. John is new here and appears to be just a little bit lost. I found him wandering the hallways. I was hoping you might be able to help him out.’ ‘Why, Michael, it would be my pleasure. Welcome to the company, Jonathan. Have a. There’s been fucking nothing to recommend it to fucking anyone.” “So you’re fugitives,” smiled Buttercup warmly as Tracey nervously walked towards her. “I’m a fugitive too, you know. From the Royal Court. Well, not quite the Royal Court: but from behind the Big Wall. I’ve just escaped.” “How did you manage that?” “It wasn’t easy. But I used to make love with one of the guards quite often and I managed to steal her keys. I had to kill her, though. It wasn’t pleasant and it certainly wasn’t easy,.