My senses are all over the place, my knees turn to jelly as I pluck up the courage to head for the bar. I turn my back for a split second, only to fin... that she's nowhere to be seen. My mouth goes dry, my heart missing a beat, perspiring as I begin to wonder what her game is."The toilets are around the back, pal!" The bartender signals, as if reading my mind.I make a beeline for the ladies washroom. Once there, I notice that there are three cubicles, two of which were occupied. I stand there. When she came out I noticed her hose was black, not the normal tan she had on when she entered the house. She routinely said she would like a foot massage. As I rubbed her feet she told me her legs were also sore. My hands slowly slid up her legs with long rubbing strokes. She slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal her stockings were thigh high and appeared to be held up by garters.This really excited me which she could tell by the look in my eye and the erection in my pants. Needless to say I. The dream seemed to last for days before I woke up this morning. When Azrael appeared again to me this night, I asked her, "More sparring?" Yes," she answered, her voice ringing bells. "But first, there are other Prayers to teach you." Will they help me to escape?" No, but you may find them useful one day," she answered. A look of disgust flitted across her face. "You've bound your Thralls with the Zimmah ritual, yes?"I nodded. "And? Most of them agreed to it willingly." I felt defensive. .." I noticed." Allan replied. "Lets keep going."A few more moments passed."You know... You can take off your shirt if your hot." Selena advised as he continued to grout. "Who says I haven't already?" Allan replied.Selena quickly glanced behind her, as Allan was faster and farther along, to see Allan working with his shirt on.She couldn't help but laugh. Finally the job was done. Allan collapsed on the stairs with his legs spread, just barely holding himself up on his elbows. The upstairs A/C.