I don’t know what they call this kind of outfit but it consisted of three pieces. There was a filmy jacket that came down to her hips and just barel... covered the panties she was wearing. The panties were darker than the jacket, sort of an apricot color. She had on a bra, too, the same color as the panties. Her hair was down and flowed down her back, with some of it draped over her shoulders. Her hair looked like a luminous copy of the apricot color, only different.“So?” she asked softly.“You. ”“He needs to be reminded of what he’s capable of.”“By a Texan lady magician?” I ask, reaching out a hand to stroke my fingers through her long brown hair, which, just for me, she has not tied up.She gives a little shiver. “Mm, that’s nice. Y’all know how to treat a lady. But I’m no magician.”“More than you know.” I am stepping into dangerous waters, but I need to let her know how I feel about her.“I don’t know what you mean.”“I mean that looking at those pics of your full-frontal tanned body. "Hey, Dave! Sorry I missed your party. Are these your new cunts?"Dave held out his hand when the man was close enough and they shook hands like old friends. Dave nodded and said, "Yeah. We're on our way home now. They've had a hard day but I thought we might as well stop in and get those shoes we talked about."The creep turned to us and as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do he lifted our tops up over our breasts. He grinned and said, "Sorry I missed that. I always get a kick. ”Instead of kneeling at the foot of the bed as instructed, she wandered round the room, looking at the huge bed dominating the room, and at the fine furniture and the wall decorations, which were somewhere between saucy postcard and soft porn film, in her opinion. Some of the scenes were of women being punished, as she had seen being administered in the harem, but most of them were of couples having sex in a series of more or less improbable positions. Her attention quickly returned to one.