Soft, slow dance music filled the room.Overwhelmed at how he had set the romantic mood Carla watched and waited as he sauntered to her and asked, “W...ould you like to dance Carla?” With glistening eyes, she smiled at his invitation, offering her hand which he took, placed his other hand on her waist and began a smooth waltz.Having never taken dancing lessons Carla was amazed at how effortlessly Elliot directed her and how easy he was to follow. “I’ve never been with such a marvelous dancer before. It hurts so bad. I’m so empty.”“Okay.” I whispered it, cooed it. “It’s okay. Just hold on and I’ll help you. We’ll figure this out together. Can you stand up?”Her head fell weakly to the side and I took that as a no. My senses were reeling because, on the vampire side, she smelled sated with blood, but there was some other part that the demon sensed. It was almost like... if one could stop a vampire right in that moment before they turned, trap them there. It was a stasis of a kind, as if some. Then she smoothed the lotion over her pale breasts, giving a little cry as the cool liquid hit her skin. She spent some time rubbing the lotion in; she liked the sensation of her palms on her stiffening nipples, after all! And it was prudent to ensure her tender areolae were adequately protected too! Her thumb and fingers worked over those wide suckle-pads; she gave tight squeezes to her hardening teats...Mmmm, if only a man was here to do this , she thought ! Once her flesh was generously. "Leydon," she supplied."-Leydon into first, and assures her of at least a silver medal." I stopped to take a breath, and was rewarded with a musical laugh, reminiscent of ringing bells. Switching off my Olympic announcer voice, I said, "So, why were you running down the wrong escalator?" Why were you?" she countered."I was in a hurry." So was I." But I'm by myself. You, on the other hand, have to wait for your friends to come down the slow way. Why bother?" I pointed out.She thought for a.