I walked in the door from breakfast and immediately stripped to thong and socks – no idea why. But it seemed a good opportunity to catch a snap for Sir (the Hypnotist – I know I don’t call him Sir here often, but more and more that’s how I think of him in my head, and it gets cumbersome to translate for the blog…so there you are.) Anyway, there I was, innocently posing for a picture of my bare ass and perky little nipple, when BOOM! Adam photobombed me.
On Sinful Sunday, it’s all about the image.