"Oh hey, you not gonna shower?" Already had one...you better hurry if you want one we're gonna be outtaher soon!" Oh yeah I best get to it" Said Danie...le and she stood underneath one ofthe shower heads and let the water pour over her.Katie smiled and walked away and Danielle washed herself and thought ofwhat she might have missed. The images in her mind brought the usual flowof juices to her sex. Danielle couldn't help but slightly rub herself asshe bathed. It was too much and soon her fingers. ‘How long do we have in paradise?’, I asked before sipping the last of my wine. ‘We don’t have to leave till Sunday afternoon. That’s no phones, no email, and no interruptions. It’s just you and me.’ And with that statement the feast began. He whipped the covers off of each dish like he was presenting a fine gourmet meal instead of just fun finger type foods. Carefully loading up two plates he brought them over in front of the fireplace and sat them on the coffee table before going back and. Do you think it would look good going into me?” “There’s only one way to know for sure” I said. To my surprise without hesitation, she slowly started slipping of her pants. Her ass looked perfect in those pantyhose. She had on glossy pantyhose just like I like. She had no panties on so she came ready for something. She had also cut a hole on the crotch of the pantyhose. Her pussy looked so yummy and tight. She was already a little wet. She said “I’m so turned on being here in your bedroom. Absolutely." "Do you have a notion . . . what we're up against?" "No," said Mycroft. "I have no 'notion'; rather, I know exactly what we'reup against: belles dames sans merci . . . noble succubi." "Noble . . . succubi?" "Yes, the most dangerous species of succubus. They lurk by preference amongthe aristocracy. They feed on the blood of servants and retainers, as wellas using it in their depraved rituals. And they threaten the aristocrats withthe same treatment should they resist, or tell.