She would have no idea who he was and that we were safe. I knew we were safe even though I hadn't seen him in years."I will have a bath this evening. Thank you, and where can I find my father?" I asked. The older woman had a thick accent and was quick paced with her words.
She appeared to be Scottish or Irish. The woman helped me up from the bed. She then proceeded to tell me she was going to take my clothes off, only then did I notice I wasn't wearing the huge red ball gown anymore; it was traded out for a long white slip gown. It made me rather uncomfortable. Someone had changed me while I was sleeping?
I barely knew this woman at all and now she was to see my bare- body. She slipped the gown off over my head and made her way to the back of my body. She slipped a different form of white slip gown that was extremely low cut in the breast area. This gown was a tighter fit down over my body and it tightly hugged my curves.
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The Diary Of Princess Azalia - Part One
FantasíaAzalia a nineteen year old girl who has had a relatively normal life so far, start's to face some difficulty when she has to start saving up for college. Azalia does the unspeakable work for the most hated man in her city, Ben Razalia the owner of t...
