I ran my hands down her legs, enjoying the satin smooth skin under my fingers and lips. My thumbs stroked back up the center of those dreamy thighs, t...easing touches where the skin is softest. She whimpered and wiggled in my hands, obviously pleased with the attention. My lips moved to join my thumbs kissing her parted thighs, trailing a tongue across the moisture that beaded and dripped from her lips to run down her thighs. I caught her taste with my phantom tongue and followed the trail, the. He could taste his own blood on his tongue. ‘Daniel said ‘Lil, Lilith … ’ is all he could stammer. ‘Clutching him by the throat with both hands, she pushed his head up and spat in his face, ‘My name is Mistress Darkness.’ She bit his neck hard and he could feel her teeth puncture his skin and he could see the blood dripping on his white shirt. ‘Suddenly Lilith released him and startled him with, ‘Let’s dance! But first some of that champagne?’ and she pointed to the ice bucket. Opening the. I ended my pretend conversation and, picking up my towel from the chair, sat down on the edge of the bed. Facing the window I made a show of vigorously rubbing my hair dry. From experience I knew that this would cause my boobs to jiggle. Standing after a couple of minutes, I turned and, leaning over to dry my legs, exposed my bare ass to him. After a minute or so I put down the towel. With an exaggerated wiggle of my hips I walked over to the light switch near the door and turned off the. I want you to return all of those pictures to me this instant and then we will never have to speak of this terrible incident again," she blustered. She had stood up through this tirade and her hands were planted squarely on her hips in a gesture of defiance."Are you done yet?" I asked sarcastically. "You see BECKY," emphasizing her name, "I don't think you're really in a position to be making any sort of demands of me. The way I see it, I'm holding all of the cards here." What do..." she.