Slave Leia Lingerie Novels & Stories

After series of Shopping. I was holding seven bags. Liana was holding eight. And the credit card machine was holding on to its life. We bought: Heels. Boots. Sneakers. Shoes shaped like weapons. Makeup enough for three lifetimes. Dresses that cost more than Shawn’s dignity. And lingerie Liana picked up with a wicked gleam in her eye. “This one is perfect,” she whispered, dangling a lace piece in my face. I choked. “For what?” “For walking past Slade and watching him malfunction. Look here’s the red one. Men are so predictable.”