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Don't even think about finding any excuse to stay here any longer! The corners of Dave’s mouth lifted slightly, and his bad mood seemed to improve a little. Just as he was about to pull the blanket over her, the dim light in the room shone down on Elaine’s body. As he adjusted the blanket, Elaine’s already torn skirt slipped down further. The jacket she was wearing was also open, and several buttons of her inner shirt had come undone, revealing her fair and smooth stomach.

Thus, even a great fighter would have a difficult time taking down a dragon in shifted form regardless of the species. Leah began shifting back to her human form. Theo had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy in her form fitting green dress, her hair styled in a fancy twist with a green clip to hold it in place. The back of her dress was low cut and the bottom of her dress stopped just below her knees. She looked sexy, yet elegant at the same time.

Leia was equally not dressed for training today, wearing a burgundy velvet gown with gold embroidery along the sleeves. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down to a mouth-watering breakfast. A brief silence stretched in the room as we ate our meal, except for the clatter of our cutleries on our plates. I reached for my cup of milk, the movement causing the neckline of my gown to shift slightly, and revealed the fresh mark on my neck. Leia gasped. “Is that…?” I tried to adjust the neckline of my dress, but too late, Han saw it too. “Yes, it is,” Calix said, his voice coated with pride. “She’s mine, as I am hers.”

She is Sapphire Pheobe Militia Adilara but she was to be referred to as 'Slave' instead of a 'Princess' a ruler rightfully heir to the Adilara Crown. She gives her frail smile. "Yes," she answered. Lesia saw her face gone to gloom so she stopped asking to lead her to the room she was meant to lead her. Lesia softly opens the empty room appearing to them are three full-size body mirrors at both sides and a small platform at the middle. "Miss come, will be taking your dress up before we proceed with the measurements." Lesia pointed at the side where different dresses were showcased to the customers who wanted to buy some dresses and to see their perfect sizes.

The lighting was dim and intimate. And laid out on the bed was the most beautiful piece of lingerie Shayla had ever seen. Black lace. Delicate and sheer and absolutely sinful. Her hands shook as she picked it up. It was practically nothing. See-through lace that would hide absolutely nothing while somehow making everything more enticing. Shayla looked at the closed door, then back at the lingerie. Five minutes. She stripped out of her red dress with fumbling fingers, her heart racing. Unhooked her bra and slid off her panties. Pulled the black lace over her head and adjusted it over her body.

“Your husband doesn’t rise until much later either—except when he does. Then the whole house doesn’t sleep.” The girls giggled. My ears burned. “Stop calling him that.” “What? Husband?” Liya blinked innocently. “Mrs. Kaine?” Leina tugged open the garment bag, revealing sleek black trousers and a cream silk blouse that looked like they belonged on the cover of a magazine. “Today, no gowns. We want the Master to see you properly.” I frowned. “Properly?” She smirked. “Not like some porcelain doll dropped from Montova. But as a woman.”

She was wearing the Loro Piana Lelis summertime linen skirt, underwear optional, of course. Thank god they were done; now, maybe I can start small talk since we are going to the same place.....but next thing I know, Barbie has his dick in her hand...his pulsing, red, thick dick in her hand, it's veins popping, and she started sucking him while playing with her tits,

I was in a deep red bikini bra that cocooned my breasts in rich, beautiful fabric, flaunting a whole lot of cleavage and a matching deep red bikini thong that was strapped high up over my hip bones, forming a sensual curve down my belly button to my bikini line. Over the thong, I had a see-through black cover-up skirt wrapped around my hips with wide opening slits so high, that my ass could be seen from the side. Black calf-length beach sandals curved up in curls and beautiful designs up my legs. I had only tiny jewelry on and my hair was left down, pouring, shimmering, and rippling down my back like a chocolate waterfall. Beautiful. Jake thought so too. “Beautiful.” He breathed in awe, star