" So for now, you are alone." I thought your offer to assist was to provide companionship." It was. But I'd like to know how companionable I may be." ...urely a Pharaoh can find the kind of friendship he desires from more appropriate sources." At one time I could have had half of Egypt at my feet." He finally turned and looked at me. "A prince of industry has a more modern appeal." I am flattered, truly. But even if I were free to indulge, I don't have the strength now." I'm not so cruel as to. She stood quite a bit taller than normal and I saw that she was wearing black, pleather shoes with six inch spikes. Her high heels forced her shins to stretch and her calves to tighten, and it made for the most amazing look at her legs. Her legs were wrapped tightly in fishnet stockings and led up to a tight leather skirt d****d around her hips. The tanned skin of her stomach sat in contrast to the black leather and gave for a nice base where the bottom of her lingerie top sat. The lingerie. ”“Très généreux!”“Pervert!” Lia chuckled happily. “There’s a couple more of those, but there’s also these,” she said as she moved the little black bag aside and took out a pair of red tangas that were so slight that they were hardly tangas at all. Not that I was complaining.“Another winning pair,” I said.“Oh I’m not done winning yet, mister, these come with a matching bra,” she said as she pulled on what I realised was the first bra I’d seen Lia wear that wasn’t part of a bikini or her gym. I could barely pull my eyes away from the sight. She flashed me her usual pretty smile but did not say much as she prepared and ate her breakfast. I was puttering around doing some cleaning, my nerves on edge as I tried to figure out how to open up a conversation with my nanny about what had happened. In the end, it was Allison who broke the ice. “I’m sorry, Greg,” she suddenly stammered out, a tear rolling down her cheek, “I’m so sorry that happened.” I walked over behind Allison’s chair and.