Candy stopped playing with her nipples, the pink nubs staying fully erect, when Miranda squeezed her thighs together. "Am I torturing you?" She asked,... grinning slightly. Miranda simply nodded, rubbing her thighs together a little, the scissoring motion stimulating her closer to the climax she craved. "Let's see how you like this," the blonde muttered, kneeling down next to Miranda. At first, Miranda thought Candy would simply straddle her hips, however, Candy instead laid down opposite her. Do you really want to wear a skirted suit today Beth I kept askingmyself. I pulled them from my closet one by one, looked at them, thenhung them back up. I have been on vacation over a week now and so relaxedmaybe it is time to take a step away from the business woman. Soccer momlook maybe? I looked through the closet and nothing was calling out tome. Sure I could have just gone in the jeans and blouse I had on but eventhese weren't getting it for me. I kept going through things and. “Hi Leslie,” replied Hugh with a voice that was soft and buttery. “How are you, Hugh?” asked Leslie with a voice that belied the fact that Leslie really couldn’t care less how Hugh was. Leslie had just met Hugh the previous weekend at a Karaoke bar. She had been so impressed by the way Hugh had sung “Holy Diver” by Ronnie James Dio, that she decided to take him home and teabag him and toss his salad. What Leslie couldn’t have known that fateful evening was that the previous day,. Robed like the others but his hood is down to reveal a round ruddy face under an unruly mop of blond hair. He hesitates, steps forward. Bows. "Master." Master? "The enemy will be upon us shortly. Do you feel fit to depart?" He gestures at the woman on the floor. "Do you require more food?" I couldn't place the accent.Flush with vitality. Smooth skin. Stubble. It'd take a skilled analytical mage to convince you he was another vampire, but the signs were there for those who knew how to look. The.