This time Neil had the presence of mind to stand his ground and as she exited the doorway, he said, “Excuse me, I know this sounds lame, but do we k...now each other?” Obviously taken aback, she froze in her tracks, a flicker of recognition stirred in her eyes, then instantly regaining her composure tilted her head up and looking straight ahead took a broad step out of the elevator brushing past Neil. At this point Neil wasn’t going to be put off as he had time to digest all the consequences of. Down and down he continued until the entire dress was split open. Salty sweat oozed into her wound making her bite down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. “Seven eight better stay up late.” “No no my pretty. Don’t hold back.” Razor sharp claws sliced down over her hips leaving a matching pair of slits in her flesh. “I want to hear that lovely voice.” He pushed his claws into her hip and twisted again letting her blood flow down over his fingers. She shrieked in response and threw back. I was on top of him and he had his hands on my hips as I had mine on my boobs. We were both really sweaty and excited to say the least. I was bouncing up and down as he was trying to keep his cool. I think he was ready to shoot his load, but he was doing his best to hold off for as long as he could. Then he rubbed his right hand right over my pussy as it was just absolutely soaked. As his hand was drenched of my juices, I took it and I licked it clean. That was just too much for him. “Oh. I am smooth, from dancing oils atop ancient volcanic minerals. My body is perfumed with hyacinthe, glistening with flakes of gold and silver. Our baths are carved from solid gemstone. Mine is of rose quartz, pink, like my gem. Fresh pressed cane juice is added to my tub. Like the cane, I am sweet and earthy. I am my Master’s pear. He tears into me, as if freshly fallen from the tree, split and protruding. The hot water relieves my thighs and hips when he loves me deeply. Accepting and nurturing.