" What makes them pretty to you?" High heels, bright colors, bows, straps..." he trailed off."How about strappy sandals?" Not really." Why not?" I ask...d sincerely. Then I realized how slowly and painfullythis was going. "Come on, honey, spill it. Don't make me search for theright question to ask. You can start by putting some boundaries aroundthis for me. Do you want to wear dresses? Makeup? Have tits? Go out inpublic?" I don't know about dresses. I never even thought about makeup. I. It simply says hurry…or I will start without U. I make my excuses and leave. I arrive at your apartment and knock on the door, not really knowing how sexy you will look. Had you started without me? You open the door. “That was quick,” you say. I look at you, wow you look fab, stockings, black bra and knickers with a loose grey sweater which is low enough that I can see your great looking tits inside your bra. We kiss, tongues eager to touch, and feel each others mouths and lips. My hands pull. I dialed the number Kimmy had left. Lisa answered DURING the first ring.“I haven’t heard from Samantha,” I said.“She’s on a damned plane! You need to call John NOW!”“No.”“You prick,” Lisa spat. “You CANNOT fuck with me this way! You can’t do this!”“Actually, it appears I can. I’m not going to lift a finger until I hear from Samantha. And your dad isn’t going to cancel the deal. He can’t do that for tax and legal reasons. I have the upper hand. You shot your last bolt.”“I’ll tell him you. She was exquisite. Much better than I'd thought. She closed her eyes now and I took a step and pinned her against the wall. I trailed my fingers down her neck and over her hardened nips. She gasped and I pinched them. "You could do much better things than kill me if you're straddling me," I said. She felt perfect in my hands. I squeezed her breasts and she threw her head back and let out a reluctant moan. I kneaded them and felt her shudder. It was like her body had turned into dough, willing.