Understanding the past more and more every minute, Thomas lifted the wineglass to his fiancée’s hand and then looked over her shoulder into her lov...r’s eyes. ‘Allow me, Sir. I think I know what the lady would like now.’ Greg’s eyes crinkled and he laughed silently while nodding his permission. Linda put her glass down on the cocktail table and stared at her cuckold fiancé. ‘Pretty bold, Tommy-boy, thinking you know what I’d like.’ Her voice was low and smoky and she giggled when his eyes opened. Not this time. He could feel her small body quiver against his, her suppressed need for him only serving to fuel his own for her. There was no more denying it. With a flick of his wrist he untied the knot at her waist and the silk robe slithered down her body to pool at her feet in a puddle of iridescent colours, giving Micheal a view of curves her every day clothing only hinted at. Though her frame was compact and well toned from training and fighting, there was nothing sleek about her. She. ” “Would you enjoy that?” he said turning to Emm.“Your Highness, I am yours to command as long as my role would be pleasuring and being pleasured by the ladies.”“We have a deal then. Now show me how you perform this incredible feat of fitting yourself into those incredibly tight items.”Emm wiped her body down with a wet towel, dried herself and proceeded to apply talcum powder to her body. She shimmied into her latex panties one inch at a time, giving the group an incredible reverse strip show.. “Jonas, this is Amelia Prentice, my daughter. Amelia, Mr. Lots.”“Please, Jonas.” Then something clicked into place, and I burst out laughing.When they both looked at me a little shocked, and Blake maybe even a little upset, I had to explain, “Well if she’s Amelia Prentice, then Blake, that would make her your ‘A Prentice’” And I had to let out one more chuckle. It took them a both a second, then Blake let out a huge guffaw while Amelia went red and bowed her head in embarrassment, but there was.