I reached upbeneath her panties and fished the garters down through the panty'sleg holes. While my hand did the fishing, I let my fingers play withLis... ...teasing her, feathering her vulva lips. I ran my fingers upinside Lisa's vagina playing with her clitoris. I heard sharp intakesof breaths from Lisa, I was teaching and tormenting.I had Lisa slip her pretty painted toes and foot into an operalength stocking, straightening the seams. I attached each tab to thewelt of the stocking, snapping her. For a moment she wasn't quite sure why she felt so sore, but then shame and self-loathing filled her as she remembered what had happened yesterday. She recalled how Simon had fucked her so roughly and generally abused her body, while her ex, Matt, had watched, masturbating as he did. Although she had showered as soon as she had gotten home, she could still almost taste his repulsive spunk in the back of her throat and see the way his face had contorted as she had rubbed her clit while he fucked. Despite being born into wealth and titles, neither had saved him from being thrown into prison to rot for most of his adult life. His own family, may they rot in the deepest pits of Hell, had had him committed to an insane asylum.None of them had been able to appreciate the beauty and truth of his passion and his life’s work. Only in death, in Hell itself, had he been able to find a kindred spirit in Baroness Graveek. She understood him as no one else ever had. Together, they had explored. I had expected to encounter her around town sooner or later, but she’d come up on me so unexpectedly. I’d had no time to prepare, to steel myself for the impact she still had on me. I hadn’t even thought she might have an impact on me. We’d been divorced a little more than four years and separated four years and six months—give or take. It had been a long time since I’d seen her. I hadn’t bothered to go to the final court hearing and my attorney told me she hadn’t either. We hadn’t seen each.