My neighbor was sitting on the kitchen chair like 3 feet from me working under the sink.I could see her from under the sink and if I didn't know any b...tter I would swear she was checking out my crouch.When I finished I sat talking to her just like I always do.She said she needed to pay me back for all the things I do for her. She always gives me food and other stuff so that was pay back as far as I was concerned."No, she said,"you need something better". "Stand up" she said.She reached over and. "Offer?" they asked in unison.Annalise rolled her eyes. "Yes, an offer. I can do it right now, if youdon't want to explain."Markus nodded slowly. "Yeah. I'm, I'm ready." Markus pushed the chairaway from the table and stood up. "Please, Anna." They straightenedthemselves as best they could. "I'm ready."Annalise stood up as well, her magical hand pushing the chair in as shewalked towards Brecht. "Alright, the rest of you, step away fromBrecht." She smiled softly as she rummaged through her robes,. She was wearing all white: a lacy push-up bra, a matching thong, stockings held up by a garter belt, and white heels. Ted was seated in a large easy chair, but his wrists and ankles had been secured to the chair with rope, and he was only able to squirm a bit. There was a CD player, and Emily had inserted a disc of sexy, slow jazz. In her dream she was able to dance as sexy as she wanted, regardless of her actual skills. Ted looked at her and smiled, and he wanted her badly. She teased him by. I dragged the flowers behind me and slung them on the kitchen table with my handbag. After dinner and a long soak in the bath, I watched some crap TV and went to bed. It was difficult to sleep though, for hours I just lay there thinking about him. In the end I had to push down my pyjama pants and slide a finger into my wet pussy. I imagined it was him stroking me and rubbing my g-spot. I imagined his tongue exploring my soft skin, sending tingles and shivers through my spine. I imagined him.