I would follow her through quick sand, through a hurricane; I’d follow her anywhere. The room is three floors up but she wants to take the stairs an... leads the way. All three flights of stairs, I’m looking at her ass and her legs. Her high heel boots, her nylons. I think she’s making a show of her ass, exaggerating the swing a little. We get in the room, oversize king size bed. The room is warm but smells wonderful, the curtains are drawn, it’s a little dark but we can see where we’re going. No words needed to be said. Faith had never seen that look before; pleading, and something else... something Faith knew she needed to help Buffy with.Tentatively, Faith strode over to the bed. She kneeled down in front of Buffy.The older slayer looked down at Faith; tears still pouring down her cheeks. There were so many emotions in her eyes, but only one was beckoning Faith."Faith, I need..." she began.Faith covered Buffy's lips with her fingers. "I know, B. I know."Then, Faith moved up onto. She leaned over me, lowering her lips to within inches of mine. “Fuck me and find out.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but her words were so distinct I had no problems understanding her.Being pinned to the floor with Jordan stroking me wasn’t quite the same as when Francine had done it the night before, but I wasn’t the same person anymore. Even in that short time, I had experienced more than I had ever experienced at home. I wanted things to be different, but that also meant I had to let. I started by shaving some hair off my body.Put on my black thong, black hold-ups, tight bra and inserted my fake tits, selected a green dress that barely covered my stocking tops and showed my tits as it was a wrap round dress that I could adjust.Got make-up on and looking in the mirror looked good. As I thought he would not return, I decided to plug myself. So I lubed myself, fingered myself and slowly stretched my pussy by pushing the plug all the way in.To my surprise, he did return and once.