The Princess Steps Out (Part 3)
She awoke to a loud argument. Disoriented, she shook her head to clear the fuzzy mist that surrounded her brain and clouded her eyes. One voice was especially powerful; seething with unabashed anger. Her nakedness triggered her memory and all the images of the last few hours came rushing back to her. She was a prisoner of African terrorists – and she had willingly fucked two of her captors ragged. She had seen two men brutally murdered – and she had slavishly sucked the cocks of those responsible, swallowing their cum, rubbing it all over her body like cream; revelling in her own perverse lusts and desires. She had succumbed to the seductive lure of black-skinned Kaffirs – and she had loved every perverted minute of it. “Fool!” the angry voice shouted savagely. The exclamation …