.." Now, Mrs. Smith," Richard said calmly, placing his other hand on her thigh, pushing her legs open. "You can go tell the principal tomorrow, he mig...t even believe you. But I'll just tell everyone it's all made up, that you don't like colored people, that you're a bigot and made up some story about me to get me fired. Who do you think they'll believe?" He asked with a wicked smile his hands massaging the soft flesh of her thigh. "No... Please... that's not me - I like you, and I never treat. At 9pm sharp, the door to the pool room opened and there she was in all her glory. Carrie stood 5’10” in her heels and showed off her long, tanned legs that lead up to her small ass in a tiny pair of white shorts. She wore a black, lacy tank top that accentuated her perfect DD breast. As if her body wasn’t beautiful enough, Carrie’s face alone, would stop any man; with her high cheek bones, blonde shoulder-length curly hair, full-lipped smile and deep blue fuck-me eyes. I stood to greet Carrie. She listened as he pulled a towel free and briskly rubbed himself dry.She heard two steps, then he was there, standing in the doorway, naked except for a small white towel wrapped hastily around his waist."Hello, wife," he grinned, his eyes lit with self-assured confidence.Wife, lover, mistress or whore, any way you'll take me, she thought as he brushed the rumpled mop of thick, black hair away from his face and crossed the room. The towel and his brisk stride gave him the air of a triumphant. They banged several times, but she ignored them and turned to the agitated Prince.“It’s about bloody time, I sent a messenger to fetch you a week ago,” he growled at Serpin. He then did something strange and went to cast a privacy spell. He stopped and looked at Serpin and then at Collin in a peculiar way.Serpin crossed her arms and looked at him. “The date I agreed to be here was for in two days’ time. We are in fact early. If you sent a messenger, we didn’t see or hear from him. I have sent.