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Please, don't let it be a dick pic…. The image loads and all three of us looks with wide eyes. Not a dick pic… but twice as exciting. The picture is centred around the chest of a man, Davon I'm guessing. He's dressed in a black suit, a smart red shirt buttoned neatly and a black tie down the angled lines of the suit front. We can see a good definition of muscles, even through the shirt and blazer. A cufflink on show. 'Liberton'. "Holy shit, Liz, you hit the jackpot here." Lakista mumbles in amazement. "He's rich enough to wear Liberton…"

Even for a layman like Stephen and me, we knew the suit would cost millions, if not more. Linda immediately picked a dozen suits for me to check and then began taking Sterly around the room. But even a blind man could tell that 90% of the suits in the room were made for Sterly, and he could directly pick anyone he liked. It seemed Linda wasn't any different from Drake either... I laughed and picked up one of the suits. I entered the changing room to change. I returned to see Sterly, Stephen, and Linda waiting for me. When they saw me, Linda nodded while Stephen clapped.

Estelle exhaled in annoyance, giving him a stern eye and a shake of her head. “You’re trouble.” Snatching the suit from him, she fussed, holding it against his waist to check the size. “I’ll pay you double if you can get her to wear that blue suit,” he mumbled from behind his hand to Estelle. “That, honey, is a foregone conclusion.” Estelle smiled smugly. “You make sure she mentions it came from my shop.” Satisfied with the fit of his swim trunks, she met his eyes. “And bring her back. I have lots of little things a man might like to see her in—and help her out of.” With a wink, she tipped her head towards a display of lingerie and bustled away, leaving Jim’s eyes to roam her selection and h

Was it? Melody decided she did not want to go out that night again. She wanted to hang out by the pool and BBQ. By which she meant have Jareth BBQ for her while she played in the pool and showed off her bikini to Brian who was more than happy to shower her with attention. “A one piece?” Jareth asked me as I started to apply sunscreen. I had on a black one piece suit with a very simple design. No fancy straps or cut outs. It was a nondescript functional bathing outfit.

Blake liked the color and design as the swimsuit fitted Tabitha’s figure. “That’s the one for you. Your hair and body proportions highlight the suit to a tee.” Blake said, looking as she turned around to get his opinion on the outfit. Tabitha reentered her booth, and soon Sylvia and Tabith reemerged with their selections, waiting on Sara to come out with hers. To everyone’s surprise, Sara did emerge but donned a micro-bikini like Sylvia’s. Her’s was dark blue with little material. This suit barely hid the areolas on her breasts or her pussy in front, as the material made its way into her slit and didn’t hide her lips. When she turned around, she seductively bent down as Sylvia did and gave B

“Ooh, fancy! Can I wear explosives?” “No,” Ace and Esther said in unison. I stood, my chair scraping. “I’ll need a dress. Something that screams ‘shoot me, I’m vulnerable.’” Ace’s jaw twitched. “Or something bulletproof.” “Bulletproof itchy,” Sky offered. “Trust me.” Esther sighed. “I’ll handle the wardrobe. You handle not dying.” --- The dress was black, backless, and lined with Kevlar. Valerie zipped me up, her reflection smirking in the mirror. “If you die, can I have your shoes?”

But if she learns my reason at the right time, she’ll understand. Just maybe. Snapping out of my thoughts, I throw on my blonde wig to hide my dark locks. My red gloss stands out starkly against my pale skin but complements it at the same time. In a skin-tight rhinestone-covered black mesh bodysuit, the kind that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The plunging neckline dips between my breasts, barely held together by a silver O-ring. Thin, glittering straps crisscross over my back and hips to frame my curves like a present waiting to be unwrapped. My long legs are caged in fishnet stockings, clipped to a garter belt that sits provocatively on my waist.

A shower sounded like bliss right about now. She peeked into Abby’s room to check on her before slipping back into her room and into the ensuite. Both her room and Abby’s had attached bathrooms, and she assumed Barry did as well. Leaving her door cracked in case Abby woke and came looking for her, Becky stripped out of the suit she had been wearing all day. It was the only ‘professional’ outfit she owned and now it was ruined with a coffee stain and wrinkled from her crawling around on the floor building Abby’s furniture. With a grateful sigh, she stepped under the steaming water hoping to wash away the tension of the day. She closed her eyes and groaned as the water pounded on her sore musc

I added with a smug expression. Alyssa turned back to me and whispered. “Oh, by the way, that suit you got for Godfather looked very luxurious. You must have spent a fortune to get that. Girl, it was a f****** Stuart Hughes Diamond Suit… I searched it up and realized that the least suit of that brand is more than $50,000.” I chuckled nervously at her. “Come on, Alyssa, I wouldn’t get a cheap suit for the Lycan King. I went all out for it.”

His tailored midnight blue suit exudes sophistication and charm, highlighting his impeccable taste. The suit is impeccably crafted from a high-quality fabric, such as a fine wool blend or a luxurious silk-wool blend. The midnight blue hue adds depth and richness to the ensemble, creating a striking visual impact. The suit jacket features a slim, tailored fit that accentuates Kay's physique, with carefully structured shoulders and a streamlined silhouette.