He didn't lace them up he stitched them, firmly, applying sealer to the stitches so they would need to be cut off, suddenly I was inches taller and it...was time for my ride. I felt them fiddling with my waist belt, and corset and suddenly the guards were lifting Li-An. Her weight fell on me much the same as the weight of the rucksack from the day before, and I realised that she was effectively riding me."Final piece then you tacked up." she said. as the guards lifted her down.She fiddled with. ‘Sorry. It’s just that I got a bit surprised. Didn’t you recognize her?’ ‘Why should have I recognized her? Never saw the girl before today!’ Brian said in a exasperated tone. ‘The gallery…She’s the girl from the gallery.’ Damien explained. ‘Oh shit, Damien. No, I didn’t recognize her because I really hadn’t looked at her face.’ Brian said ruefully. ‘All I noticed was her body!’ He added with a teasing grin in his face, knowing it would piss Damien off. He needed his partner to snap out of this. Not the tall, model type who many of your writers describe, but small (5'4") and pretty, with a short bob of black hair, blue eyes and a perfectly proportioned figure - nothing too big or too small - just right. The thing that most people notice about Mary is her skin which is perfect; no moles, no blemishes, no scars which makes her look much younger than her 40 years. She is quiet and rather prim and proper, which sometimes gives an impression of aloofness. We have always had a fairly. Guess what baby, I won the bet that means I get to decide how I want you to pay for the bet you lost." I freeze and look at him in disbelief. He can't possibly be thinking what I think he is thinking. "Come on Willow, we talked about spicing things up even before you lost that bet. You know there is a part of you that was turned on seeing a younger guy flirting with you," he grins and grabs my hips. "Really Jason? What if we just thought those two young married people were flirting with us? No.