The Prime Minister's Lady's Cigarette

At dinner that night, Bancroft Cummings told me that the Prime Minister's wife would be back later, veiled me to prepare, and gave me a very dark look.When I later learned that he liked the Prime Minister's wife for so many years, I kept it hidden in my heart and didn't dare to reveal it. It is undeniable that I was extremely relieved when I recalled it.But then I couldn't laugh no matter how much I laughed, probably because the muscles at the corners of my mouth twitched, forming a funny expression on my handsome face that was either crying or smiling.

Probably poor man, he never got it, and I lost it after I got it.

In the evening, I was invited out of the room, under the instructions of Bancroft Cummings: Madam doesn't like loud and talkative people, so Mr. France should not talk too much, don't take the initiative to chat, but ask, Do not refute.He gave me a look of unmistakable disgust as he left.Ah!That stray dog.

When I opened the door and walked in, the Prime Minister's wife was looking at the night scene outside the huge French windows with her back to me.The floor-to-ceiling windows are my favorite place to have sex. We have made love there many times. I hugged him, and his back was against the floor-to-ceiling windows. The floor-to-ceiling windows are made of special materials. Most people can't see inside, but the transparent texture gives me a secret pleasure of worrying about being seen by others.

I didn't make a sound, just stood there quietly looking at the back of the Prime Minister's wife, and very secretly slid my eyes from his pure white ankles to his graceful calves, and then up to his slender body in silver-gray silk pajamas, Then there are the white fingers holding the wine glass.

He slowly raised his wine glass, raised his head slightly, the amber liquid wet his lips, leaving ambiguous water stains.When the last drop of wine disappeared, he glanced at me lightly, and for a moment, I smelled the mellow taste of the wine mixed with the pure breath of wild roses.

I smiled awkwardly, unable to say a word.As if sensing my bewilderment, he smiled reassuringly, put down his wine glass, and didn't approach me, just stood there and looked at me lightly.

"Come here." Usually it takes only a few steps to reach the distance, and I walk like a little girl.After walking in, I could see that he was a little tired, his bright and proud eyes were lazy, a little bit drunk, like a syrup-wrapped rose soaked in wine, with an unconscious sweetness and seductiveness.

He stretched his hand through my waist naturally, and leaned into my arms. He smiled softly, his voice was soft and hoarse: "Your eyes are beautiful." The warm breath touched the side of my neck.I felt my face was burning hot, and my body was so stiff that I didn't dare to move.

He gently kissed the side of my neck with a lingering meaning, and said in a soothing tone: "Don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you. Now, I'm a little tired and I need to rest." He was soft Hair brushes against my neck.He is really tired.Without asking for his consent, I gently put him on the bed with half an embrace and half a hug.I don't intend to make people think that the Prime Minister's wife is a fragile person, but in fact she is quite a strong and proud person.I never made these faux pas when he was conscious.

In this way, I spent a warm night with the Prime Minister's wife. Your Mr. Frans looked like a greenhead, nervously watching the sleeping face of the Prime Minister's wife in the middle of the night, and finally fell asleep at dawn.

When I woke up the next day, the Prime Minister’s wife had already gone out. Butler Cummings woke me up almost as soon as the Prime Minister’s wife left. Of course, this may just be my guess.But I think our dear Mr. Steward, that poor cowardly crush, is determined not to allow a lowlife to stay in the Prime Minister's wife's bed for one more second.I reluctantly left after tossing and turning on the big gray soft bed.

The Prime Minister's wife is a highly praised and respected leader who turned the tide and stabilized the political situation when the Federal Republic was in danger.He is an elegant and decent gentleman. I am probably the only blemish on his perfect resume. During this sensitive period when the Prime Minister disappeared, I became his lover.But he's such a proud man that he once said to that ghetto scumbag, "I'm cheating on marriage, and you're just dating." So I can say with all the audacity that Don Adenauer and I The Prime Minister's wife had a relationship, we were in love once, and I was his lover.

I was the one who found him first, and I fell in love with him first. This is something that is not something to be ashamed of.