Yes, it was all coming back to him now. He tried to walk with alittle more swagger, tried to put all the peasants beneath him. He waspractically royal...y in this town. That's how he always got what he wanted.That's how he got into Dance Berry every weekend with a new girl (or two)on his arm even though he was only 19. That's how he got the bartenders toserve him. That's how he got laid practically every night. His father hadtaught him just how to get anything he wanted:"Be who you are," he had. The mobile dropped on the floor, and the image of her pussy faced up at them both.Dominic could clearly see what the picture was of as he picked up the mobile and handed it back to Stella without saying a word.Stella ignored what just happed and launched into a conversation about the budgets he had come down to discuss.Aside from the knowledge that Dominic now probably knew she wasn’t wearing knickers, it was also oblivious she wasn’t wearing a bra. He clearly liked the thought of her wearing a. "Drake's prick, which was only half limp, began to stand upright. Her glorious curves were only partially concealed by her dress, and as she started to remove the dress, Drake stopped her from doing so."You can leave your dress on, Annette. I like it better that way. Now, bend over the desk there."Annette complied with his request, her taut ass thrust back in his direction. Breathless, Drake dropped to his knees to worship the sacred ass cheeks. He placed one hand on each ass cheek, then began. They realized that Tira had left her fighting knife at the med station, and Raz ran over to get it."Meds." he chuckled as he handed Tira her knife. "They cleaned and sterilized it." They always do, every chance they get!" Tira laughed."How many may accompany you on the platform?" Pina asked."Only my trainers. They will be introduced first." Tira told her.They were ready when the lights dimmed and a rousing song played, and Kimagme ascended the platform. She stood in a dignified pose for a.