"What about the cameras, they're going to sound the alarm!" Jones pointed out.Jenkins shook his head, "Nah they won't, I've jigged them to see nothing... now come on." He said and quickly walked along the corridor.As they walked Jenkins began talking, "You see Pete, I've been busy while I've been here, I've learnt what's in store and I don't like their plans for me." He saidJones looked at him, "What do you mean? What plans?" He asked.Jenkins shook his head, "Don't worry about that because once. Sometimes you sit on my face and force me to lick and probe your delicate little ?rosebud? and slide my tongue deep into your rear. And I am forced to drink your urine, I can’t stop you forcing my head against you and pissing directly into my clamped-open mouth. Yes I quickly learn to swallow it all! And the whipping . . . you seem to be taking it easy on my breasts just slapping (HARD slaps though) them. It occurs to me that you don’t want to damage your trophies, as my breasts are destined to. At last, they were summoned to the hastily cleaned throne room of Lord Grouse.The master was seated on an elevated chair that the thief saw was not so much a throne as it was thrown together. A chair sat on wooden boxes to give it more height. It had been covered by what appeared to be nothing less than a feather blanket retrieved from a bedchamber.The thief politely knelt before the throne as the page announced his presence. Then he rose to address the master.“Oh, most elevated master of this. “Normally these places are incredibly dull, but tonight it certainly got lively!” he smiled.“I’m not long in. Did I miss something?” I asked innocently.“Did you miss something?” the old timer replied. “This sexy blonde slut with a fantastic rack, came walking in with her husband or boyfriend. The poor guy went to the toilet and three brewery reps moved in on her. Not surprising as when she walked in she was smiling, winking, licking her lips and swaying that perfect rack as she walked through.