Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

Now she was furious! The nerve!!! No matter how worried her mother could be, regardless of how much in a hurry they were, it wasn't a proper behaviour these guys were having. She WAS the daughter of the Princess of Hannover, not some common teen, and they had no right to be so discourteous to her...

...but let us not fool ourselves, for we know what much more important reason lay below Charley's anger. Shit her ass was burning! Not in pain, as Pierre had been gentle if firm, loving if sexually aroused, brotherly if manly. No, the fire she felt on the pathway to her bowels and the lovely buttcheeks encaging them was that of lust, pure lust, and intense frustration at the interruption of the sodomization act she unhesitatingly wish would come to a climax... so much for brotherly love, however, as the guys wouldn't bend and Pierre seemed to be obbeying them.