Chapter 258
hers smoke oplel arundade onde face as thes in stand 200.
didn’t dare to breathe too loudly
ere staring at Lysande a increasingly captivating face he was strong send tall with a pendantity notte dance
He exuted making chams from Tead to toe
Sue. There were plants of ach guest them buty and was the only me and handsome duele with Slyke an armational pennor & T
ling at the top of the pyramid
Countiesy worner Med to cady up to um become his gat, but none of them got the chance
And here Lysander was, offering Thala**a this opportunity asking her to be his woman and she was taking these sime comentang No ano pobuld behave it.
Got Thala**a was my scared Bong Lysander’s woman would definitely not be a walk in the park
Moreover, this would excrease the chances of heading out about the kuf
Thala**a really didat want to agree
But if she didnt he would make her life a living het.
She was in a real pickie
When she said she needed to think about she was actually post stating
Does down, she didn’t want to say yes
She thought that if she asked for time to think, Lysander would let het Ba
But she didn’t expect that he would resort to such a method making her balance tailgla** on her head, and he could only remove twen n she made in her mind, What if she never made her mind up? Or what if the gla** fat and broke?
What the
Thatens don’t to ask, now did the dare to find out the cons of a broken gla**
She had no hace but to suck it up and stand there
Because of the constant swaying of the gla**, the hard to keep her body straight, leaning slightly to maintain the balance of the gra**
For a short while was a piece of cake, but as te went on, became a torture
Titre hours pa**ed
Thala**a’s legs were acting from standing and her neck was soft and mobile
She pushed herself to stay upright but her tumbling ings gave out, and the tail gla** slipped off. As she reached to catch the bucks and to ended up keling before Lysander
He was sting and she was king in front of him it was an awkward and enra**ing bosition,
Subbing her sone cheeks Thala**a was about to speak
To use begging Lysander’s inmidating we cut he off
Thala**es psiched
e hapot even started taking and he already stopped har
die matted to get up but her legs were pulty, devoid of strengin.
el codes stay whaling hands messaging the aching muscles in her tights, her eyes wou filed with frustration as she asked helplessly, So, will you
vas, sap for rejesting me Lysander stuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. Leaning back on the souch, the looked at her with his deep set ayes
1964 was els upset the synty
about la fali hem, that she would give her anything she wanded She wanted to avoid beteg his reman
Ho seal her off its prepiched her fabitudin
Ehk pat sutpy that fra Lyber
This furatoto agros tergilarity and wait for the night mend to
