- Majesty fits like a glove.
- Majesty has an impeccable cut.
- Your Majesty, is the epitome of elegance.
- Majesty imperial enhances your silhouette.
- Majesty, your people do not know look at anything ...
These and other phrases of admiration I have confirmed that live in the kingdom of flattery permanent court teeming, mixed in equal parts traditional satyrs , the procession amateurs, voyeurs profession and deniers of blindness. Intentional wrongs in a country of blind men who only makes sense in their eyes.
Dressed so great masterpiece of design and clothing, and covered of sweetened and interested flattery, I decided to go out. It was the center of the Empire but now I am the center of attention. Walking steadily I walked through streets and plazas amid continued cheers and honor to the queen. Unless my eyes, her pupils have nailed down to the last corner of my skin. They have felt the curves of my waist, my butt swellings, the channel of my breasts and to the ends of my nipples. Scattered glances and looks concentrated only I could feel. A marked walkway for victory. I can say that the hair of my sex has been a triumph ...
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