She could take comfort in the fact she tried her best if that happened with Troy if he wanted to use them.
Lisa finished dressing and doing her hair and makeup.
She checked her hair and makeup in a mirror in the large sitting room of her suite, maybe for the millionth time.
She had on her skintight, leather pants that Troy had said he wanted to see her wearing with an almost snug cowl neck silk shirt.
Her shirt didn't show much cleavage, but it really showcased her breasts, especially without a bra, and even more when her n*****s got hard, like they did when a tentative knock sounded on her door about twenty minutes before eleven o'clock.
She only needed three steps to get to the door and open it.
Her three inch heels put her at almost six feet, but she still needed to look up severa
