Annette let out a strangled scream as she instinctively tried to bend double then arch her body off the table, at the same time the crone's feet slid...off her belly onto the edge of the table upsetting it. With a crash the trestles and table collapsed and Annette twisted as the ropes to her ankles took her weight, the woman falling on top of her.As Annette lay twisted on the floor, still bound to the table top with her hips painfully strained and immobilized by the stretched ropes, the. Rather than being satisfied, Taisha was desperate for more. She was ready to take the next step, the final step. She was wet beyond her wildest dreams and she could no longer form words. She was communicating with her eyes, her hands, her body. Again, he pressed his body to hers, this time unencumbered by any clothing. Taisha wrapped her legs around him, pulled him to her closer, tightly. The moisture between her thighs provided the lubrication that drove her to distraction as he slid his. You don’t really mean it. Do you?”With a sad little nod, she said, “I do. I really do. Mom never asks what I want—she tells me what I want. And other people ... I think the last person who actually asked me that was Daddy. When he had days off, he used to ask me what I wanted to do with him.” She sniffed. “I miss him, you know.”I nodded. I didn’t have to say anything. She knew I knew how it felt. I climbed back up the stairs until I was standing in front of her, one step down. I took her hands. There was simply one line written. "Check the inside pocket of your bag." The inside of my bag? I pulled the flap open and peered inside where you said to look. Tucked in the far recesses of my satchel was a pair of your red lace panties. The same ones you wore the last time we were together. The memories of that tryst wash over me like a series of photographs in a gallery, flicking through my brain over and over. It makes me hard recalling the images of you in the hot tub, on the bed, feeling.