In those kind of see-through puffy pants, with a bra top, and lots of dangling, jingling things attached to a scarf around her waist. She had long, bl...nde hair that was as smooth as silk, and up in a high ponytail. Bands of gold circled her upper arms, and she was wearing—believe it or not—slippers with bells dangling from the curved toes. She looks like something out of a bad Disney rendition of a classic Arabian tale, Cypress decided. ‘Who the hell are you?’ she demanded out loud. ‘Aw,’ the. I was… performing.My hands snaked up the back of my boyfriend’s legs to his ass. I pulled him into me, let him slip out of me, pulled him back again. I angled my head slightly back, looking for the stranger’s blue eyes. They were glued to mine, and I felt a thrill at knowing I held both men captive.I shifted my leg and pulled my skirt up as far as it would go, reaching between my legs. I watched with a wave of pleasure as the stranger’s eyes dropped from mine to the space between my legs where. "Hi, you must be Trudy. Constance called to let us know you were coming over. I'm Priscilla," she said, stepping aside to let me enter. From what I could see of the condo during Priscilla's quick tour, it was almost as nice as the company's office.Priscilla led me upstairs to a room at the end of a long hallway. "This is your room. I'm right across the hall, Cynthia's roommate, more or less."The room was huge. I could have fit my whole kitchen just in the closet alone.While I put my clothes. "I thought how Brigadier Stanhope would have a blue fit if he heard these views being expressed.Zinnia continued with her denunciation of Percy Shelley and Mary Godwin."There is liberality in the arts, and all artistic people believe they have the freedom to write, say and paint what ever they wish, which I support. However, many artists also believe that they may live as they wish; they do not think themselves bound by the laws of society or morality, such as monogamy and marriage being the.