She says nothing, and continues to walk slowly towards me, and as she does the dress, so sheer, clings to her every move and I can tell that she is no... wearing a stitch of underwear. As she gets closer, she starts to remove her gloves, and, holding them in both her hands, she throws them round my neck and pulls me towards her. “Dance with me,” she whispers, pulling me to the centre of the room. “Oh baby”, I reply, “I thought you’d never ask”. “Shhhhh…just dance with me” you say “just dance”.I. .and I start to scroll through the internet and twitter and a picture of a really sexy brunette pops up on twitter and I see it and quickly scroll by it trying not to embarrass myself in front of you. But it was enough to start getting me a little hard. And you clearly saw the picture too and giggle at me. I get bright red and smile back at you. you then "accidentally" drop your pencil over the counter and bend over revealing your amazing ass to me as you do so and makes me start to get a. Turned the water on real hot and got under the shower head for like 2 minutes before I began scrubbing myself clean with soap. I must confess, I usually masturbate taking a shower, but the dread I was feeling of going over to Laura’s house was overwhelming and I just did the basics…soap u and clean body, no fun stuff, ho hum.Drying myself off, I contemplated what to wear. Should I go ultra conservative as if I’m going to some executive board meeting, or keep it casual. I selected clothes. For the briefest moment, Sparrow’s mouth gaped, frozen in an “O.” He held my eyes; I knew he was remembering his last stand and his attack upon them.“Sparrow, let’s not worry about what was done, but focus on why it was done. We will talk about everything tomorrow,” I warned, while thinking “You’ll see Kate tomorrow when she joins us.”Sparrow dropped that train of thought, but the worry didn’t leave his face. I pointed at my backpack against the corner wall. “Why don’t you bring that over here.