Her tight, black leather skirt has a three inch split in the back and he can almost see the bottom of the crack of her awesome ass. She also has on a ...pair of black nylons stockings and her feet are ensconced in black boots with three inch spiked heels. Hanging from her arm is her black leather jacket. In summary, she has a "Come and get some" atmosphere about her.“Wow!” He finally manages to say still admiring the transparent top, wondering why in hell she bothered to put it on at all. But of. Just to start." Arlene, I know this was pretty stressful for you too, and everything available to Greta is available to you." Arlene was one of the few women that did whatever necessary to maintain big hair in a skinsuit, although her lush, dark red hair definitely needed maintenance. Beatrice appreciated her curvy build even more than she admired Greta's sleekness."Mmm, Beatrice. My ass welcomes whatever you two want to do. Maybe I could lick Greta while you use your toys on me?" Greta nodded. I stared him down with hatred, my green eyes boring into his."So pretty." He muttered only half aloud. "It's a shame really."The others snickered as he took a step back letting go of my face and drawing the very same knife I had slashed him with."Any last words?" He asked his sadistic grin widening.I looked at him a long moment carefully contemplating what exactly I should say. There were a lot of things I wanted to say. But I settled for this,"You're breath is god awful and I'm very sorry that. She grinned back. “Damn,” she said, glancing at the clock,“I’m going to be late for work.” She started to leave the room,then stopped in the doorway. “I really enjoyed getting betteracquainted with you. Don’t be a stranger, okay?” “I’ll be back,” I said. “Real soon.” I gave her anotherwink as I turned to go out the back door. I walked across thebackyard toward my car. Real soon.————.