Circling that crown sat the spectacularly jeweled tiara that Alex’ mother had withdrawn from the family vault. And around those warrior’s shoulders and that once-again slender belly, bracketing that even more spectacular torso was buckled only a scant black tactical harness – the sort favored by special operations forces.
Narrow pouches all over this had been stuffed with smokes and a lighter, s*x gel and a dildo, a hand-held shock-wand and a spur’s glittering rowel. But what particularly ‘gripped’ Alex’ groin wasn’t really any of this. Nor was the fact that in the same hand that held the bottle of Dom Perignon, Rachel also rather alarmingly carried both the share from downstairs and the vibrating p***s pants they’d so extensively used in their most recent lovemaking practice. No, it was
