Petra Feet Teases With Her Black Rht Nylons, Playfully Flaunting Her Soles And Toes Under The Table, Tempting You Until You Can’t Resist

Wouldn’t you love to find out?” Helen kissed my ear softly and said, “I would. “Or…” Helen said, her voice a little louder this time. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I said. Chloe and Erin claimed the paparazzi would die down in about a week. She moaned as she massaged her mouth against mine, her tongue flicked at my upper lip. Keep the rest for yourself… for the trouble.”
“Sure thing,” Dillon said, tugging his pocket away from his pants to eye the wad of cash. “Sorry… just a little shaken. “Just imagine it,” Helen said. “I’d do it,” Erin moaned as she cupped my face in both hands and kept my eyes on her. Nina Gerrard’s husband.”
“Wait. “There’s no way you can get to be as wealthy as Colin without exercising some serious influence,” Helen said. “Chloe behind her…”
Erin groaned again, louder this time. She was nothing but trouble. “He was Colin’s son-in-law. Did they even know I existed? Just a heads-up,” I said to my bodyguard, my voice low as I kept a vigilant eye around the room, but I couldn’t see any sign of my would-be assassin.