He muttered nervously. When he unlocked the bathroom door to return to the party she was there waiting. She pushed him back inside and locked the doo...r behind them. She was tall and wore high stilettos. She smiled at him and he immediately felt utterly powerless. His heart pounded. “Do you like my stockings?” she questioned. “Yes. Yes I do!” he stammered. “Your legs are stunning.” Her eyes widened. She stood close to him and he nervously took a pace back against the wall. She stepped. " The inn-keeper gave orders to a servant to go before Franz with a light. The young man had found Signor Pastrini looking very much alarmed, and this had only made him the more anxious to read Albert's letter; and so he went instantly towards the waxlight, and unfolded it. It was written and signed by Albert. Franz read it twice before he could comprehend what it contained. It was thus worded:--My Dear Fellow, --The moment you have received this, have the kindness to take the letter of credit. When they arrived at the penthouse floor he hadher walk ahead of him."I will be honest, I just want to look at those lovely long legs andthat magnificent ass," he said.Outside the penthouse Stephen pressed Tiffany against the wall andkissed her passionately again. His hands roamed freely over her body,enjoying the feel of her bumps and curves encased in the tight blackcocktail dress. A hand slid under her skirt and fondled her thighs andslid softly over the front of her satin panties, his. “Answer me.”She shook her head wordlessly. “Say it,” he demanded as he fed her another few inches.“I won’t,” she acquiesced.“Not good enough,” he said, withdrawing.“No. Don’t take it out. I promise, I won’t tease again.”He slid back into her. “That’s right. Because you’re a whore who needs to be fucked. Aren’t you?”“Yes,” she agreed, greedily swallowing his length as he fed it into her.“Whores don’t get to play games, do they?”“No.””What are you?” he demanded, fucking her harder.“A whore,” she.