"Yes, I'm just fine, just had a little mishap," I told her, trying to sound cheerful. "Well, we all have mishap now and then. Now I've come to bring y...ur clothes." Oh, perfect; you can bring them right into that room." She nodded and sat the clothes down in the chambers I directed her to and quickly left saying goodnight, closing the door behind her.Just when the seamstress left, the prince exited the bathroom dressed in his night pants. He had a towel around his neck, using one end of it to. Even going shirtless not something he was wont to do. Yet, there had been no desire to put his clothing back on before coming back here from the pond. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. Now it did. Especially the way she was looking at him, eyes hard, focused on his face.Krissy sat, clothed, arms folded over her chest, on a plastic cooler. She still only wore her t-shirt and panties. She kept her knees firmly together, bare legs stretched out before her. There wasn't much ice in the. An ordinary day, really: just a coffee, a danish, and a glance at news articles on my phone before work. And then I saw her, standing in line in front of me waiting to get a coffee. She couldn't have been more than nineteen. She had wavy caramel-brown hair with subtle blonde highlights that went down just above the small of her back. She wore a puffy North Face jacket, a pair of tribal-patterned leggings that showed off a round, pert little ass, and Ugg boots. I could feel my cock starting to. I went near the door and it was that house with workers in and things were being arranged. Days kept passing and I never really saw her. She rarely came out. We have this grocery shop close by the apartment. So I had been to the grocery shop to get my groceries and on my way back. Guess who showed up? It was her! I was so happy to see her. So we spoke and she told me that her name is Meera, she’s from Mumbai and lives here with her kid and her husband works in Dubai. So then I was like okay.