The Princess continues, as Bruce is leaning back against the headboard, “I heard about the conversation last night regarding my father’s killer. I...want you to start training me to fight him.”“First, who told you about the meeting last night? Second, your mother sent you here to be safe not to fight,” responds Bruce, but first he gets out of the bed and walks to his private bathroom, but Bruce didn’t take into account that he is still in his boxers. While Bruce is in the bathroom, Princess. What was going to happen to me, to us? Would we be sold as slaves? Sooner or later we would all get raped, I was sure of it. Tears filled my eyes. I had to get out of here. Maybe there was a life boat or some other way off the ship. Worst case I could find a life vest and jump over board. With great determination, I sat up. God I was sleepy. Reaching to one of the wires attached between my breasts with a silver square of tape, I pulled it off. The monitor started to beep! Had I set off an. ...””well I was just about to make a cold lemonade if you want I would be happy to fix one for you as well”I figured nothing ventured and all that, I expected her to make some excuse but she just agreed smiling gratefully at me.”let me just pull this box in and you can have a drink while I unpack it”a few moments later she is stood in my living room as I unwrap the box, pulling the sides away as she watches, the ice cubes in her glass clinking.”o wow an aircon unit, I can see why it was so. From the sound of his grunts in her ear, he was close to having a heart attack. It wasn’t lost on Annälisa that they could be interrupted at any moment, but that sense of danger had always added to such moments. She threw her head back as he fucked her. His dick didn’t touch her deepest walls, but the length was almost sufficient enough to find the right spot. She pushed back in an attempt to force him deeper, encouraging him to fuck her harder. ‘Fuck!’ she heard him grunt. Oh no. He wasn’t.