But Hatra was performing a charity so there could be no complaining. Swallowing whatever pride she had left, Phyre chose a pale-blue tunic and a pair ...f brown trousers, both of which looked at least a bit respectable. To her pleasure, there was a pocket stitched to the tunic’s breast that, although a little too small, seemed suited enough to house Drop for the time being. Once he had been relocated, she cast her robe to the bed and made a note to wash it properly later on. With her dressing out. My eyes eat the sight of your tan lines as you remove your top and allow your breasts to complete your enchanting effect upon me. I reluctantly direct my gaze upward to your face. Almond shaped, dark brown eyes, sun-kissed complexion and perfectly applied lipstick!“Close your eyes, and imagine…you and me…together…Let me show you...”The last thing I see before I close my lids is your sultry face, and your pert, feminine nose…Such a pretty young woman, I think..but you're not...“Let me...show you. When I opened the door she give the soap and ask whether she soap my back side my wife did it very time when I was bathing .I said no with shame but she said dont worry about I am your sister I will soap your back side like my sister I said ok with hafe mind than she entered the bath room and moving her hand with soap all over my back side .I feel some thing great other than my wife but I did not show any thing after she finished to soap my back side I move to pore water. That time I did not. The heels of her thigh-high boots of highly polished black leather clicked on the tile floor as her shapely legs carried her into the depths of the shop. There was just a glimpse of her bare thighs as they vanished under the micro-mini skirt, also of shinny black leather, cinched over her broadly curved hips and around her well neigh impossibly narrow waist. Her beautifully trim abdomen was bare under the tight and thin shirt stretched snugly over her gloriously formed C-cup breasts and fully.