. me and my son." Our son," I said. "If we marry, then I will want to adopt Jan-Richard. I want to be his papa. I will love him as if he were my own. ...nd I will love his mother as if there were no other woman in the world." If we marry?" she asked, now further in confusion.I pulled the little velvet envelope from my pocket and opened it, displaying a ring."Kristiana Nordberg, will you be my wife?"I got a nod and a smile before a "Yes" and a crushing kiss.I slipped the ring on her finger,. Either we can block it or maybe use it to get out of here.’ She plunged into the dark opening, her sword held out like a spear in front of her. We followed. After a few metres we could see a faint light ahead. Then we emerged behind a strong metal lattice screen. It was fantastically ornate but all too obviously a fixture. This was the viewing gallery behind the Rajah’s seat. But there was no way through from this end of the passage. As we returned to the Ranee’s room we felt the walls on both. He said "Yup. Close your eyes..." She did, and he spit on his hand, rubbing it all around his dick, quickly shoving it into her tight, almost virgin asshole. She squealed in pain, but loved the pleasure. "Oh! Baby! Why aren't you fucking me? Warm, wet, slippery walls!" she exclaimed. "That's... Ughh.... Exactly what I've got around... My dick!" he said, grunting and moaning, pushing it in and out, her asshole sucking on his dick like a vacuum. He groaned, grunting with an animal like tone,. .Burglary!Shop-lifting...public affray....common assault....public indecency... suspected attempted rape....or something...of some frigid cow...assault on a police officer....The police all-ways bristled at that last one.Pussy had lots of crimes; shoplifting, loitering, resisting arrest, assault, prostitution, public indecency...vandalism...possession of a class C controlled substance...She told me that she grew out of it all - except the prostitution.And that like me, she was only in it for.