"Mr. Fink it'll be," he repeated. He ogled the platinum blonde semi-bimbo. He knew her. Fink had told him the girl would be back. And when it happened... he should bring her and her entourage up without delay.He pressed the button for the desired floor. At the same time he pressed another one right next to it. With the muzak an almost indiscernible sweet scent wafted out of the air condition's vent.The operator smiled.He watched the perfume touch the women's flaring nostrils. Then he looked at. He had also noticed that Bambie’s demeanour had changed upon meeting this Stuart Smith.Mark felt Bambie stiffen when he put his arm around her waist as he extended his right hand to the younger man. He knew she would give him grief later, but he wanted to stake his claim from the get-go.“It is nice to meet you, Stuart. Bambie and I have been looking forward to this expedition for some time.”“Same here, Mark,” Smithy replied. He then pointed to the carousel and informed them that their baggage. I squirmed beneath the heavy blankets.“Master...” I murmured.“Shh,” a girl said, her face peering down at me. She had blonde hair framing her round features. “Who... are... you...?” I asked.“I'm Greta,” she said. “Don't you remember me? I'm Princess Ava's bedmaid. We've been traveling together the last few days.”“Princess...?” My thoughts fought against the smothering lethargy. I could feel it on my mind, holding me down from thinking. “I... What's happening?”“It's the poison. You fought the. The inner lips hung limp within the lager outers ones and almost covered the entrance to her vagina. The brown hole below her sex was covered in black pubic hair and it took her by surprise. She hadn't thought about Ronda's asshole staring up at her while she—did what? 'Eat her out, ' she thought. That was what her friends had called it, but she didn't really know what that meant.Amy thought about digging, and what Ronda had done to her; what had felt good to her would probably do the same for.