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The very one I had told her to try on and take a look at, hoping she’d listen and at least try it on. I honestly hadn’t expected her to choose it. It’s bold. It’s dangerous. It’s meant for someone who wants to be claimed. But she’s wearing it. The black mesh cups barely contain the soft swell of her breasts, delicate straps framing her chest in a way that demands the eye’s attention. The corseted midsection hugs her waist, the boning creating sinful curves out of an already perfect silhouette. And the garter belt... fuck me. The garter belt is a masterpiece of design, its criss-crossed leather straps giving just enough of a hint toward bondage without needing rope or cuffs. She’s paired it w

"Please stop talking." "I'm just being practical, Catarina. You want to get pregnant, don't you?" "I want to not be having this conversation in public." The sales associate was trying very hard not to laugh. I could see her shoulders shaking slightly as she added another item to our growing pile. Mama moved to a display of garter belts and stockings. "These are essential. Very elegant. And they make your legs look longer, which is helpful when you're—" "If you finish that sentence, I'm leaving."

Therefore, she did not know that Kingston and Sebastian had been following her behind her car. When she arrived at the company, Sabrina parked and got out of the car. She came to the entrance of the company. She looked around in private, and then she nonchalantly took out a thin leather belt that was pure white from her big tote bag. She tied the belt on the waistline of her loose-fitting black sweater. Suddenly, an extremely fashionable mid-length sweater with cinched waist design was embodied by Sabrina’s excellent figure. The combination of black and white was very refreshing.

Ralton pack. "Why haven't they found her still?" Alpha Chase thundered in his office. How far had she gone with her tiny legs? Even if she had the help of a witch, she shouldn't be so untraceable! That wrench... There was a sudden knock on the door and Chase calmed down. He arranged his clothes and sat back in his luxurious boss' chair. "Come in," he said. A beautiful girl came in dressed in a tight-fitting red skirt and black, off-shoulder, loose crop top. Her long, fair legs would make one drool forever.

I daringly looked at the two women, who bashfully turned away. "That'll be all ladies," Callista dismissed the women. I smirked while pulling the shirt free from the hanger. I slipped my hands into the delicate black cotton poplin sleeves and adjusted them over my shoulders. Her eyes were locked on my cock. "Is there something you want?" I boldly took the glass of champagne from her hands and finished its contents. "Yes," she replied while opening a belt box, "Wear this Classic Dior belt with this, no jacket yet. Only once the deal is sealed."

Chastity’s voice was giggly and laughing. “I’m in so much trouble, Chas. He’s a sex god and I’m a mere mortal.” Chastity’s cheer made her pull the phone away from her ear. “You’re not a mere mortal, you’re Sasha Fucking Smith!” Chas corrected her with sass. “You run a conglomerate of businesses and you’re a multi-millionaire in your own right. You’re a shrewd businesswoman and smarter than most. If you want to fuck around with Rin Allegretti, fuck around with him.”

If I wasn't mistaken it looked like everything in this garden was exotic. "This is Mazaya." Isabella said introducing me to The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals..I had forgot that she was even near me. "Omg. It is so nice to meet you. I'm Chasity but you can call me chas." Chasity The Goddess of Exotic Mystical animals said. I looked up at Chasity as she smiled. She was so energetic and beautiful to. With her brown hair and hazel eyes. Her look fit with what type of God she was.

She was wearing a pair of sensible slacks with a sweater over a button-down shirt. Her middle daughter, Chastity, came down next. She was 20 and about medium height with bright blonde hair that ran in rings to her shoulders. She had a broader build, like her father's. Chastity was wearing a light blue sun dress that probably showed a bit too much of her large chest and shapely legs.

Chastity wasn’t crazy about the lower half of the ensemble. “My legs are going to freeze in this skirt,” Chastity complained. The skirt belonged to Chelsea. “No, you won’t. That’s why you’re wearing the thigh highs,” she said sweetly. “With a garter belt at that,” Chastity said ruefully. Normally, she wore full waist stockings – and a slip. But she didn’t have a slip short enough for the skirt. “Trust me. It will make you feel sexy.” “I thought these Louis Vuitton’s with the red bottoms I have on was supposed to do that.”

She used a smart belt to enhance her tiny waist, and completed her outfit with some new shoes -- 4" spiked heel stilettos. The look was professional, but sexy -- all of her curves shown off to just the right effect. Pivero's had sent a car to pick her up, and Chloe was impressed as the elegant Bentley swung round in front of her house. Already off to a good start, she thought. After a short journey, she was dropped off outside the huge gates of the imposing ten storey office block. A security guard checked her interview request letter, then her picture, and then phoned up to Pivero's for confirmation. Chloe wondered if these guys were secretly dealing arms, given the hassle it took for anyon