I lowered my window so that I could try and listen to any conversation they might be having.I heard her say "can you come over tonight? My husband is ...way and I need some of your wonderful meat, I will even dress up as the maid with my stockings and high heels that you enjoy so much". Jake agreed to meet her when he got off work. He finished putting her groceries in her car and as she went to get in her car I noticed that she slid in slowly showing Jake her crotch and the tops of her stockings. The local rustic community pressured Lizbetta to abandon her daughter, and so the half-blood grew up in the Carpathian mountains with barely a sense of herself, feeding on animals. But Kagan didn't take the girl in. Viewing her as 'impure stock' and resenting a stubborn inkling of humanity he sensed off her, he left the child to her own devices out of a perverse sense of curiosity to see what kind of monster this girl would become, hoping that more long years of cruelty would purge her decent. I wore a wig that somewhat matched the color of my natural hair, a more natural color lipstick to fit my complexion, and a string of pearls of course. I wasn't after guys, but had heard that women go nuts for a man in a skirt. I was about to put that to a test.I took a cab to my friend's apartment to somewhat conceal myself from wandering eyes, but alas, when I got out even in the steps to his building I still got heckled by a few couples who catcalled and whistled in mock appreciation. I. ” Beth whispered, lightly nuzzling against Alex’s chest. “Do you like it?” “I love it.” “Good,” Alex whispered as he slid his hand up Beth’s skirt. “Such a naughty little girl. No panties.. All shaved for me too,” he whispered against her ear. His words made her tremble slightly. He gave a chuckle as his skilled fingers began rubbing lightly against her moist folds. “Your soaked, hun.” He whispered before plunging three fingers deep into her. A loud moan passed her lips as the shock came to.