My self confidence, and my exhibitionist tendencies soared!For this day, I had worn a pair of black stretch pants, and a rather sheer white button up ...louse. I had dressed my outfit up a bit by wearing some heels with my pants, and a black lacy bustier under my white shirt. Under my clothes I had worn a pair of black thongs, and a black push up bra. I had left the top two buttons of my blouse unbuttoned so that the lacy top of my black bustier showed, and my push up bra was doing a great job on. ..I charged at his women, at the slumbering Princess Ava. The naked serving girls screeched. The busty one ducked my scimitar blow, rolling away from the unconscious princess, her strawberry-blonde hair spilling over the cobblestone.“Master!” screeched the petite serving girl, her pigtails flying about her face as she dove away from my scimitar, moving with some grace and skill.They had training. But only in fleeing.“She's going for the princess!” the busty one shouted as my coiled body wrapped. But he can’t get it out of his head that the drink of sour wine he got from that guy was the best thing he’d ever tasted. The dude’s condition is temporary. OnStar locates his car. Homeowners’ insurance replaces the thou he lost and reported as fifteen hundred. Once he gets stitched up and cancels his credit cards, he’s back in business with a girlfriend even more expensive than the one who deserted him and a seat on the city council. The question is, what happens to the drunk? Who is a. I asked her then about dr****g, since a lot of ladies feel uncomfortable to undress in front of a stranger let alone lie topless for the treatment. Her writing became quite frank, and she said that she had no problem to be completely nude, and that she in fact wanted to be worked on everywhere and that she was not bothered about towels. However, she added that she was not asking for penetrative sex, which was revealing her intentions.I took on her “requests” and said that I was fine to start.