I would take you to a castle and dance the evening away with you, just like we were prince and princess." Erica was touched by his romantic idea. "You...know what? Turn on some slow music that you like and we can dance right here and pretend we are in a castle and you are a prince and I am a princess." "Sure, why not?" Tyler said with a smile. "Although I am a poor dancer. You might want to put on some steel toed boots." She laughed and said she thought she could be careful enough in her bare. With a whispered spell the former Sultan found his arms and legs clamped in irons attached to ropes that led up to a beam over his head. From there the ropes converged on a set of pulleys that Iago sat in front of. By using his beak he could turn a crank that would make the former Sultan's arms and legs rise or lower. He enjoyed making the Sultan dance to his tune.Jafar had much more entertaining plans for the Princess. With a thumb and finger softly stroking his scraggly goatee he looked the. "You are a horrible wretched person. You would have let your brother die."I cut in and said, "I wasn't fucking him. Maybe if he wasn't fucking my wife I might have considered helping him. Anyway, I'm going to the lawyer Monday. You'll be served with the divorce papers later this week. I suggest you sign them."I received a call from Cora at work on Monday after I got back from the lawyers' office. She told me that Larry had stopped by her office and had taken his things out of the house. He had. Her breasts are full and beautiful; they sag a tiny bit under the laws of gravity but still look incredible, her rosy nipples proud and erect. When she looked at me to gauge my reaction my smile told her all she needed to know.We continued strolling; people-watching, being watched. As we moved further down the beach away from the main resort area the vacationers thinned until distance between created a degree of privacy for the sunbathing couples; this was where we began to see the occasional.