How could he not!

It was evident that the prince's physiological response was positive. The verbal response took a long time to come, but Marie allowed herself a smile; the man's brain blood had probably flowed into his pants. He looked down and saw that in his pants had come a tent practically with a nice stake in it... At that point Marie started playing with his legs moving them up and down to see if his head would follow the trend of his feet. And so it did, the prince was easier to catch than a fish on the line! Whereupon the piratess caught up in an impediment of pure feminine mischief even began to unbutton her blouse.

Sarzi was literally mesmerized by the sight of Marie's feet, but especially her soles. He was spellbound. He had two works of art in front of his nose that moved with agility and movements that were of an erotic charge that were stunning him more than those meditation incenses he had bought when together with his mentor when as a young man they had sought the answers to their existential questions by going into a trance.

In that situation they had not found the answers they were looking for, only a powerful headache at the end of the vision. He could not even remember what he had seen! This time, however, he promised himself to imprint this heavenly vision in his head. He even endeavored to verbalize an answer consistent with his rank and very high personality; after all, he was a crown prince and thus had studied with the best tutors... What he achieved was only to make her laugh, for the best his “bloodless” brain could come up with was to mumble a few words devoid of any meaning.

When he **** himself that something of full meaning had to be said, in short he was one who had studied philosophy, aesthetics, mathematics, occult arts could not make such a poor figure of speech happened what he thought would never happen. Marie on her bed was now pulling off her shirt throwing it off the bed. The nobleman simply gasped and again the brain lost the use of speech. If there had been a fly in the room it would have gone in and out of the Prince's mouth without any problem....

She began to do the same thing with her pants and took a little longer and thought she looked more awkward in her movements so much so that she thought she had turned off the erotic tension, when she had finally pulled off her pants as well staying in her bra and panties she saw that the prince was still gaping and the big bump was still there between her legs! In fact it seemed to have gotten harder. He was happy that his boss appreciated what he was seeing. He thought it must hurt a lot--Marie at that point unhooked her bra corset and dropped it to the floor.

At that point at the sight of her bodyguard's breasts the Prince started talking again!

<< Marie if you don't want to... Oh God you are beautiful, more beautiful than the picture... I don't know what to say.>>

Trying to stay focused and have the embarrassment remain relegated to a corner of her mind Marie smiled amiably at her boss: << Sarzi because I am here alive, that painting as beautiful as it is and represents me worthily, here as I breathe...-becoming all red but pointed to her breasts-as I breathe my breasts move and that one doesn't...Unbelievable I am jealous of a painting! >>