" She smiled and pulled up my underwear and sweatpants. She wiped the sweat on my forehead with her right hand, and I used my shirt to wipe the sweat ...ff hers. I pulled her in for a kiss, not caring that her mouth was just on my dick. The doorbell wrung, and I quickly shot up in shock. "I'll get it," I said, smiling at her. Before I answered the door, I mouthed the word, shit. "Hey baby!" my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend said, hugging me. "I know I said we'd meet up in the afterno-" Before she could. For that purpose, she bought all her clothes onthe internet. To enhance her rather plump figure, she preferred longtunics -white or flowered- that really made her look fat. Underneath,she would wear lacy, very sexy lingerie to hold her immature breasts inplace and conceal her shameful bits. From the internet, she had alsolearnt to tuck and tape, in such a way that the main body of her pantieswould only contour a very feminine mound of Venus. Occasionally, shewould also play with dresses and. That impression could only have come from my stories, because it isn't quite the truth. But unless she read my stories, or gleaned that information from someone who had, a member of a black team, even one who became a personal bodyguard, would have had no need to know those details about me. And it just doesn't seem like something Bethany would tell her. "That doesn't work, Ma'am. I might have to shoot through you to stop the person who's going to kill you if I don't. I have a code for that.. My son, Prince Philip has chosen who willbe his wife and his future Queen."The crowd outside fell silent in anticipation."Please may I introduce the newly betrothed Prince Philip and LadyNicole."That was our cue to step out onto the balcony.The crowd remained silent. A small section started cheering.Then more started cheering.Soon the entire crowd in the courtyard were cheering for theannouncement. Philip turned to me and held me by my waist. I threw myarms around his neck as we shared a.