She had beautiful body to go with it and a matching arse, but her best feature was her feet. Her skin was like butter and she had a rose tattoo on her... foot. She had the sexiest Russian accent to go with that rocking body; it would get you hard every time she spoke. She was working in a small clothes shop, (it does not matter which one). I walked into the store, and there she was standing behind the cash register. We started talking about old times, and she told me that she owned the shop. I was. My boxers were all that remained, but before I took them off I wanted to tease her one last time. I climbed on top of her and rubbed my cock against her pussy, grinding her, whilst my boxers were still on. This frustrated her and heightened her sexual arousal. She couldn't last any longer without me fucking her.I reached over to the bedside table and picked up a banana flavoured condom. Amy had an obsession with flavoured condoms, so I obliged. Putting the condom on felt as though it took. I was born poor and had to learn to make my own luck. I’m an opportunist. Made a small fortune by climbing on a merchant’s daughter, knocking her up and gaining a foothold in the family firm. The father in law also has royal connections and when the prince joined the crusade I saw it as an opportunity for more riches.And to cleanse my soul in the process.Through the in-law’s connections I got into the prince’s extended entourage, syphoning off what little bits I could. The odd groat here, a. ‘I was going to say that I wondered if me getting married would change things between us. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.’ How could she be sorry for doing nothing? I sobbed again, one of those sobs that rack you like a child’s sobs do. My head fell forward and tears fell onto the pale blue of my dress. Why does water show so clearly on pale blue? I half pulled myself together and took another cigarette from Tippi’s pack and lit it. I waited for her to tell me off for smoking – I only.