Good morning to you too.” “How was breakfast?” I suppressed my giggle. “It made me hungry.” We both laughed. 　 HIM: 　 I could feel her b...side me breathing. I took her hand and held it. She looked over at me and smiled. Her eyes were sparkling with her recent orgasm. We talked casually for a few minutes. She rolled over and rested her head on my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair. Neither of us knew what was going to happen after I left, but it wasn’t something either of us were thinking. ‘What should I do, Danu-san?’ she asked. ‘Oh, about coming, you mean?’ I was trying to sound casual. When she spoke next, she seemed to have pushed the urgent tone away. ‘Yes, Danu-san, that’s what I mean,’ she said steadily. Her breathing was more pronounced, and I was enjoying it. She started whimpering slightly. ‘None of that,’ I said. She bit her lip. ‘No whimpering? I’m sorry.’ She was quiet again. Her breathing and whimpering both again under control. Though her fingers moving. Peering over her long black boots and tucked under her form fitting black dress, I was stunned to see black lace stockings, rose patterned straining against her curvaceous thighs. 5’7”, voluptuous, Italian redhead with wild strands of hair and delicate black lace stockings, it was amazing! I couldn’t help but say, ‘Jesus, you look phenomenal tonight!’ (She smelled wonderful too) She replied, ‘You think so?’… Then, slowly, she slid her dress up her thigh, indifferent to those around us and with. He’d pointed her to the shower, and once she was cleaned up she’d spent the night on the stage.To her surprise, and against all odds, the audience had loved her routine. There hadn’t been much to it - she’d just gotten up on-stage and (as she had for the club’s owner) slowly removed the skimpy outfit which had been provided for her.What Brandi hadn’t realized was that being the Protector had given her a natural elegance and grace. Her stripping was smooth and coordinated. Her new body - despite.