She opened the door but there was no one out there. Her name was skillfully written in beautiful script across the front. Closing the door, she turned...it over, untied the lace bow holding it shut and looked inside:You are cordially invited to attend a masquerade ballThis Saturday, October the 31stFillmore Mansion,300 Turner Street, SalemIt will be a night to remember.Apart from the lace and the parchment it was written on, it was quite a plain invitation. She also noticed that there was no. "Okay honey, this is one of the most expensive and one of the sexiest shoots so we couldn't waste any chances. I needed the best and most beautiful male and female which so happens to be you two! Don't think about being cousins and be models." Both cousins stepped back, realizing that they were still embraced. Emily stared up at Aaron's amazing features and wished he wasn't her cousin. His mom was married to her mother's brother which just made their blood too closely related. Damnit, this is. I'm all fucked out."As Amanda mechanically pulled on her panties and dress she suddenly remembered Richard. She could not go home looking like this. She was a mess. What would she do? Looking desperately at Leon for support, "What will I tell Richard?" she begged."Tell him everything...he'll understand."Dazed as she was, Amanda was shocked. How could she possibly tell her husband the truth?Leon could see her hesitation. "Don't worry babe...just do it...trust me...he'll love every word of what. "And I leaned in and rubbed her back. I knew she was upset - and I wanted to be as helpful and gentle as I could.Then, I pressed a spot low on her back she gasped, "Oh God - right there."With my hands on top of her T-shirt, I could feel a tight knot just below the midpoint of her back. I pushed a little and Crissy shuddered."Ouch!" I'm sorry, I can totally feel that it's tight - I'll be gentle."And I lifted up her shirt a little and put my hands on her bare skin of her lower back, her pale skin.