We both got off about 11:30 at night and as I left work, I couldn't think of anything except her in that outfit.So, I went to my place and quickly cha...ged clothes and went over to their house. I parked in a small shopping center parking lot just down the street so that my car would not be noticed by anybody, went down and carefully entered their back yard through the side gate. When I looked through their living room window he were just finishing up his nightly snack. At the time, she was. I thought she was not noticing my action directly but she read my action quiet well leaving flames of unholy desire burning in her body.Every evening, I used to go out and come back home. She used to peep me through the small opening slit of curtains through windows. We never dared to talk about it. It happened for more than a month. One day, since I couldn’t approach her, she opened her door and gestured me to stay 4 sometime. It was evening and in alley of the stairs, no one could see. She. It took a few long moments until he worked up the courage to speak, his voice shaky and desperate, “I, I am Prince Belind, and… And I will not be kept as a pet…”Ariela’s smirk broke into a grin, “Are you still a Prince? Your lands conquered, your armies disbanded or dead, your royal line ending with you.” she shook her head some, “Regardless, you are my pet and you will serve me. Come.”He looked down, “I’d sooner die.”“While that could be arranged, I always get what I want Belind. And I want. Then it struck me. “Where ... when... ?”“Last month,” Allison said cheerfully, “at Mama BeBe’s!”“Mama BeBe’s?” I blurted. “Mama BeBe doesn’t use real tattoo equipment ... she uses...”“And it hurts like blue blazes,” Allison replied far more cheerfully than the moment warranted. “But I wanted you to know,” she added softly.The tattoo—the really painful tattoo—explained why Allison had been a little out of sorts for a long while, all the way up to last weekend, actually. I almost commented on.