Maisie
For all of my bravado, an hour later, I was trembling with nerves outside of a 'beach house' that rivaled the size of the entire Night Shade pack.
I touched the sunhat Jericho had dropped over my head for the sixteenth time, and I adjusted the matching sarong around my hip, feeling extremely self conscious with the amount of skin on display.
The swim wear was a one-piece-cut-out with a deep v that went all the way to my mid-riff, revealing a scandalous amount of cleavage and my toned, trim belly.
The straps holding up my breasts firmly were just as thin as the thong parting my ass, and I might as well have been naked.
The front door swung open and a maid appeared, grinning from ear to ear. "Messieurs," she greeted perkily, eyes lighting up like jewels.
