"Is there a fire escape or something up here?" Carli asked desperately. "There has to be a fire escape up here, right?" Yeah, but we're not supposed t... use it except for during an emergency. There's an alarm on it."A laugh escaped from Carli's lips. "I'd call this an emergency, wouldn't you? Where is it?" This way," I said and we started running down the hallway as we heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairway behind us. We reached the white fire escape door and shoved it open, and as. .. look how narrow the Gastineau Channel is.”I held up two thongs, yellow and green. Raised an eyebrow.“Pink. I mean yellow! No, green.”I tilted my head, ‘You sure about that, honey? Yellow?”“Yes. I dunno. What do you think?” Staring, but trying not to.“I’m thinking commando. Temperature?”He grabbed a sheet, “Um, 75. Balmy!”I tossed him the thongs, “Well, you’re the Captain on this voyage. Put those away, Sir.”Chip smiled that confident, old-money smile at me. Of course, that was surface;. "Honestly, Gareth, I don't know why you always choose this tavern when we are in Kugnae. We would be much more comfortable, and better served, at the Palace. Even that awful tavern that smells like rat droppings you frequent in Buya would be preferable, at least the snacks are better!"The second man, Gareth, carefully picked up the Prince's cup, turned it over, and examined it with blurred vision."It's bent..." he proclaimed, setting it back on the table."So are you, old friend!" the Prince. He sat back down on the chair and I returned to my straddled position. Now I could really feel that rock hard cock and it would not belong before he could feel the moisture of my pussy on his briefs. I got the shaving cream, put some in my hand and began to smear it on his face, slowly and carefully. I made sure my face was rather close to his so he could feel my breath on him. He certainly did, and I could tell he was enjoying it. He opened his eyes and said, ‘Your breath smells like butter.