Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 56 Thats The Problem With Lesbians.

Too drunk to think straight, Jane doesn’t even notice that the glasses she empties contain alcohol. Having difficulty following this hunt, which disgusts her more than it interests her, she watches for some time with her mouth open, the tiny piece of fish surrounded by 5 asparagus spears in the centre of her plate.

This evening more than the others, her throat is quickly drying out. To remedy this, she struggles to grasp her glass, raises it and swallows the contents in one gulp. Her vision is increasingly blurred, not to mention the unpleasant feeling that the room is spinning around her.

Jane really doesn’t feel well. In order not to succumb to the discomfort that is about to make her lose consciousness, she clings to the table and focuses her gaze again on the forest.

The movements of hunters and prey are too fast for her stomach endure it. Sick, Jane wobbles and without having time to realize what is happening, she vomits on the table.

“Miss, I’m afraid that you’ll have to rest a little. Have a drink to wash out your mouth and let me walk you back to your room.”

Jane stutters an incomprehensible answer, grabs the glass and without delay pours the delicious liquid down her throat. Despite her pathetic state, Jane knows that getting to the room Cindy has booked for her at this hotel is her best choice. However, she consumed so much alcohol so quickly that she is unable to get up alone.

Her legs no longer obey her, her head feels extremely heavy and for her unhappiness, even the walls have decided to move forward and backward constantly to deprive her of all her points of reference.

Too amorphous for the moment and her vision too blurred, Jane doesn’t see the big smile on Sam’s face as he gently lifts her from her chair and then grabs her by the waist to help her walk to the exit.

One difficult step, then two, with Sam’s help supporting her, Jane, whose eyes are closing on their own, manages to reach the hallway somehow.

Luckily, the elevator to the various floors is only 30 feet away. Soaked in sweat after this simple short trip, in a final effort, Jane, despite Sam’s support, bumps into a wall several times but eventually makes it to the elevator where the man gives the voice command, to go up to the floor 9.

Jane doesn’t wonder how this Sam can know where her room is. Half asleep, she doesn’t resist when Sam puts his hand on the front of her dress to free her left breast.

She vaguely sees the man in the pink tuxedo approaching her face, but in a second state, she doesn’t push back the tongue that has just penetrate her mouth. Instinctively, Jane’s tongue slides along the invader’s tongue. The two tongues turn around each other, intertwine, their extremities play together, and when Sam pulls his mouth out of Jane’s, the girl he presses against the metal wall has no idea what just happened.

Sam, very excited, pulls on Jane’s nipple without being delicate. He crushes it harshly between two fingers and thinks about biting it, but the elevator doors open.

Unlike the potential witnesses who were in the room, the hallway they just entered is quiet. Without putting Jane’s breast back into her dress, the man helps the girl this time by grabbing her by the buttocks.

“I’m afraid I must take over from this point, dear sir.”

The voice coming from Sam’s back is not pleasant to his ears. The mayor sits Jane against a wall and turns to see who’s the one who allows himself to interfere with his carefully planned plans.

As soon as he has seen a picture of the one who was strangely nicknamed the Princess of the Red Bones, he decided that she would be his companion for the night.
for visiting.

Sam is very confident in his charms, however, the girl is only 18 years old and she probably would have found him too old for her. To submit her to his will, he ordered a wine that women are fond of, poured a drug into it, that he reserves for the womens he considers suitable to be his lovers.

But as he was about to reach the room of the girl who was supposed to satisfy him this night, an unexpected parameter comes to interfere with his plans.

“Whoever you are, I’m afraid that’s not possible. As his date for the evening, it is obviously my duty to escort Miss Ryan to her bed.”

Retiisi’s eyes they land on Jane, who has fallen asleep. The beautiful girl’s dress that the man pulled up leaves his thighs and panties exposed and her apparent breast speaks volumes about the unglamorous intentions of this simple human who at the pretension to escort the Princess back to her room.

“Know Sir, that I am the person sent by the Red Bones to ensure that such adventures do not occur. As a Transmitter, I am certainly not a very powerful fighter, but I have already informed various secret societies in the area with whom we have good relations. All this to tell you that if you are stubborn tonight, I fear that you and your city will be under a massive attack, from which you will never recover. Know your place, you’re just a tiny politician.

As for the Princess, there are many men and women far more powerful than you who wish to meet her. If to protect her you had to suffer some inconvenience, no one would blame us. In fact, you would receive no help at all. Please take the opportunity that I’m offering you and step aside.”

Sam watches the man who stands proudly before him with such hatred, that the possibility that he wishes for his immediate death is not excluded.

One long look at the unique beauty that has fallen to the ground and he makes his decision. Rather than enjoying Jane’s body, which is otherwise completely asleep, he prefers keep his social position, but above all his life.

Sam leaves Jane’s side and heads for the elevator. When he meets the proud man who staring down on him with a smile full of mockery, he has only one desire: to put his fist in his face.

However, no doubt these Hanumans will not forgive him for the assault of this idiot after he tried to take advantage of this beautiful Miss. With clenched fists, more furious as ever, he ignores as much as possible the man who walks towards his Princess, then lifts her off the ground.

“Ahh Princess, that’s the problem with lesbians, they ignore the evil intelligence and cunning that some men can use to get their way. Well, let’s start by putting your clothes back on properly, because while I really appreciate your current casual attire, it’s not very appropriate for a public place.”