Your hair is falling down your back and your lips are painted bright red. Your body is clothed in black leather with your nipples and pussy showing th...ough slits in the leather. I can see that your nipples are hard and your slit moist and I feel myself growing hard. You raise your finger to your lips as if to silence me but instead let it fall between your lips. Suggestively, it goes in and out then down the length of your body. You stands up, your legs in shiny stockings and high heels. You. “There is nothing wrong. I am sorry, I am just tired. Yoga really wore me out. You would think that sitting in some pose for a few minutes isn’t that big of a deal, but it was hard.” Up to this point, this had been the most she had spoken to me.We sat down and watched TV for a while after she ate. I grabbed another beer, and began talking about my work day. “Well since you asked, my day was pretty annoying. Just a lot of bullshit at the office.” Ashely replied “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t even. "Thank you," she replied."I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like it," Gertrude remarked. "Do you mind?"Monique handed her the purse. "Not at all."The matron examined the material, rubbing the soft tan leather gently between her thumb and forefinger."The quality is magnificent," she declared, "absolutely magnificent."Monique smiled. "Thank you." Most drawstring purses I've seen are ornamented with diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, or other jewels, and most are velvet or satin, but yours. The colorful flowers brightened the room and rekindled her joy at his thoughtful gift. With a little cry of delight, she ran over and kissed him once more on the cheek. “Thank you, it wasn’t necessary. They are so beautiful.”Ben looked into the green eyes and told her, “Anything that brings you joy is necessary. You do know, I adore you!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his lap. Ben reached up took her chin in his hand and kissed her full on her lips. Their lips touched and once again,.