" "However, there has to be a winner", concluded the venerable chef. Crista inched a bit closer to the chef and when he glanced her, she slowlybut vi...ible thrust her breasts toward him. She fluttered eyes and crossed herarms under breasts to push them out and frame them. She was trying to flirther way into his heart. "In such a close contest as this, it boils down to the demonstration ofskill and technique.Which knife cuts are smoother, less ragged.Who has been able to cut closest to the bone. Now was the time to feed the spirit the energy that it needed to manifest fully onto this plane of existence. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Leslie drop her robe to the floor as if on cue, exposing her naked body. Her perfect breasts sported hard nipples and I could tell she was already ready for me. I finished the laborious conjuration, and looked to Leslie with a mirth filled smile. I dropped my robes as well, exposing my naked body and already hard cock. I grabbed her hard and pulled her. We can do those kinds of things easily. We don't have to be limited to just Helen's bridal receptions." I said.Since I wore the jet black wig, with the red dress that night. It was a quite striking look, even if I did say so myself and I might be the only one who would have. I would likely be described generously by a fashion writer as statuesque. A way to politely avoid saying tall, thin, and gnarly looking.It took a few seconds for the men to get used to the way I looked, Sylvia was of course. She stares at the screen, the vision almost surreal through her blurry eyes, the robed man staring directly toward her, sinister, threatening. She can feel her heart pounding. She can also feel her arms, legs, they just don’t work. Struggling, grunting, she feels just the tips of her fingers, toes barely flexing, if at all. ?Wha? Wha? Ohh? Wha?? Trying to speak, she hears only slurred mumblings echoing in her head as they can’t catch up with her thoughts. The thought of acid or something.