She had a lifetime habit of sensible eating and exercise, and with the right makeup and clothes she could easily pass for thirty-something. Her 5'9" f...ame comfortably supported the 150-pound mass of her body. She had a naturally dark complexion that required little makeup. At work she typically wore medium to dark business suits over a silk blouse with her dark strawberry hair in a tight bun. The muscular legs that extended below the knee-length skirts where encased in dark hose that ended in. Lunch sat uneaten; it would be my dinner. Not knowing if Stanley had a DVD player in his bedroom, I took my purse. We drove out of town, in two cars, and then I parked mine in a large shopping center lot. We rode together to his home, our conversation still on the financial report while our minds were both in his bed. As we approached his home, his hand went to the clicker and the garage door opened for us, closing before I left the car.I had never been in this house before; the furnishings. Princess Mesmera lay sleeping beside them, too tired from her long night’s visit to the Plague Center with the Evil Queen to join in their revelry. But she most lasciviously gave her good blessing to their sport before retiring, so Good Sir Troilus and Princess Susan carried on, soft mewlings coming from Princess Mesmera’s lips as she watched them and made movements beneath her royal blankets until sleep came for her.Princess Susan cried out in triumphant joy once more as her Good Sir Knight’s. She sat back while adjusting her hair, smiled and said “not much, may be about 10% on discounted price”. Then as a second thought she said, “Sir, can I show you some of new products not listed in this catalogue?”. Without waiting for reply, she bent forward to open her bag again. This time her pallu slipped to her hand and I had a clear view of her cleavage. Was that an intentional show, I wondered. She pulled out a perfume spray and showed it to me. “Sir, this for madam. Very nice, newly.