She was thin and fairly tall for an Indian woman. She spoke well, was well qualified and was fond of reading. She wore smart dresses and did not have ...o make an effort to attract attention. She had bright white teeth which shined as she smiled. She carried herself with dignity. She had her hair cut short and wore slacks, jeans and loose shirts or tops. Her face was typically round with dimples decorating her cheeks. She had a pretty nose and her eyes always looked mischievous to me. Her breasts. After a little while a small group of runners who had been watching him with some curiosity, jogged closer.Do you always run in the nude?' one asked.'Oh yes!' he replied, gasping in air. 'It feels so wonderfully free!'Another runner moved a long side. 'Do you always run carrying your clothes with you under your arm?''Oh, yes' our friend answered breathlessly. 'That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!'Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower. I on the other hand am here to bring you tribute."I shook my head, "princess Gandtear it is..."She cleared her throat, "my oldest daughter Angel is here and I would offer her to you."I stopped as I was walking around the desk, "your daughter?"She winked, "she begged me."I sighed as I headed for the door, "thank you but..."She cleared her throat again and I looked back. She smiled, "just say thank you."I hesitated, "thank you your highness for such a valuable gift."She nodded as she turned to. . but, I can't claim total unconsciousness, I knew what I had done. I had fucked Bonnie. I may have been drunk as a lord, but I certainly remembered boffing her on the floor of that suite. I don't know where the other guys were, they didn't seem to be around. And, as if to confirm that delusion (if I had attempted to claim that even to myself) waking up in bed with a naked Bonnie the following morning soon destroyed that deception.My head was pounding and I had a sour taste in my mouth, but my.