She seemed so tall, towering over me as I cringed on the floor, she was clad in leather, black leather, it exposed her breasts, her nipples were rouge..., red and swollen, the crotch of her outfit was missing, I could see her labia, even from the floor I could see she was leaking. I thought Valkyrie, God she wasn’t blonde, she didn’t have enormous breasts and she wasn’t astride a horse but she was intimidating, I was fearful of her.I got out of my clothes and lay prostrated on the floor at her. I wanted to joke in bravado, to laugh as if it didn’t matter, but I simply sat there feeling aroused and being looked at. ‘You can stand up, Lena. Now the skirt, please.’ He said in a matter of fact way. I stood without thinking. By standing I had half completed what he had told me to do I realised. It was like I had already agreed the second part. My mouth opened and I looked at him. I felt myself shaking. He looked up and smiled. ‘Is there a problem?’ My crutch seemed to be buzzing. I knew. I am glad you stopped by. Follow me.’ Jordan led her to a back room where she opened a fingerprinting kit. Raven had made a call after Jordan had left her apartment earlier that morning and was reassured that her fingerprints shouldn’t be a problem. She allowed Jordan to press each of her fingers onto the inkpad and roll them onto paper. It gave her a few moments of enjoyment while Jordan gently held each of her fingers. Standing next to Jordan, she could smell the scent of Jordan’s shampoo. I step closer and can tell she is sleeping by her breathing.I pull the sheet down and expose her round ass. It’s white like a ghost with no tan line. I put my hand across her cheeks and she stirred but closed her eyes even tighter. My hand went from the small of her back to her legs, just softly rubbing her butt. I stood up and began to strip. I took off my t-shirt and saw her eyes open a bit. I could see she was watching as I undid my belt and dropped my pants. My hard cock in my white.