I lean down kiss those lips hard ... My tongue exploring, dominating your mouth ... you moan again. “you are Mine for tonight?” ... your eyes open... you look into Mine then look down, “ ... y ... y ... yes Sir ... I am here for you to use for Your pleasure...” I ask “what are your limits? Tell Me what your likes are” She hesitates, looking meek and unsure. I put My finger under her chin si I can tilt her head up so I can look into her eyes. I look at her eyes she knows what I am expecting.. The song wasn’t very long at 4 minutes plus, but it was enough to warm you and get my blood circulating.Then I heard Eric Clapton’s Blues in A start it’s mournful wail. You paraded to the middle of the window and turned your back towards me, looking over your shoulder with that come hither. You slowly turned your head in the other direction and repeated that look, giving a more smoldering look. Turning with music back to face me, you swayed with the music, as if the tune was feeling you. Hips. On the third day, the Succubus led them to the top of a steep rise in the landscape and pointed.He gave a long, low whistle of appreciation. “Yep. That’s a castle alright.”Cliffs of broken rock fell away from all sides except for a narrow road up to the front gate of a twenty-foot tall wall of mortared stone. The wall was divided into three yards like an irregularly shaped pyramid. Each section controlled access via a fortified gatehouse.The “top” yard of the pyramid was the primary entrance. From where the slit began, the skirt narrowed slightly inward on boththe front and back, so that it tapered to a wide point just below herankles and exposed most of the leg, from just above the knee, down.Rather than being sleeveless, the dress had short sleeves - reaching aquarter of the way down her upper arms - that extended from a slightpoof at the shoulders. The hems of the sleeves, as well as those of theskirt, were trimmed in a rich, golden fabric that almost matched theshade of her.