I wondered if my spy realised I was spying on him. One Saturday evening I came home a bit before midnight. I had drunk one too many Long Island Iced T...as with my girlfriends and I was feeling both drunk and naughty. I went to the bedroom and flicked the light on. I was almost certain my spy was peeking through the slats of his blind as usual. It was the alcohol that made me do it. Instead of closing the blind and turning the light off, I disrobed then and there. I slipped my LBN (little black. I decided to see what this guy would do next. I decided to make a stop at a seating area within the mall and just hang out a bit and act like I was checking my phone for messages while really looking out of the corner of my eye at my would-be pursuer.....and there he was.......lingering casually (yet obviously to me) a short ways off. Alright (I thought).......it was time to have some fun with him. I decided to take him for a bit of a shopping-trip tease. My next stop......Victorias. ” Marcos said. The palace guard, who looked like a retired pirate captain, gave her his signed letter of authority over the boy making it official. The two princesses giggled at the spectacle. At nearly five feet Ein could kiss the shiny belt buckle the well to do barbarian wore. The palace guard, turned shady brothel proprietor, grew a new bulge as he looked down at her cute blonde head. She blushed and quickly ran off to get the sword.The prince started tugging on Marcos to get. These wonderfully bouncy C cups that were at this moment, always threatening to spill out of my low cut, bright red, backless, spaghetti-strapped evening gown, but never quite doing so, and thus, disappointing the dozens of high-powered conservative men at this party.He was the one who suggested I move in with him, and be his trophy wife. His plan was for me to spend my days alternately shopping, working out, and lounging by the pool, while he slaved away at his enormous corporate law firm. .