.." I said, drawing out her name."What? There's nothing serious between us," she uncomfortably fidgeted."Why do I feel like you aren't being entirely ...onest about him?" Just friends, Brody." Just friends like you and I used to be just friends? Just friends like you and Danica are? I know you probably haven't done all the things with him that he says you have, but I've seen enough to know you guys do more than just kiss." OK, fine, so he and I fooled around some, but there's no commitment. There were clothespins, two each, on her long, distended titty-tips, and three more at her crotch; two on her pussy lips, and one more on her clit. I felt another load about to boil over. "Look at my feet," she gasped. In the picture, her knees were bent, and she was balanced on her toes; beneath each pretty heel was a sharp steel spike, pointed upward, to keep her that way. Diabolical. Her bare feet posed so prettily--and forced to be so. As I spurted in her, she grunted through her own. ‘What would you ask of me?’ The jaded impatience of the draenei’s query offended D’Dea’s night elf sensibilities. But she reminded herself – from what she knew, this was a very tried woman – so she replied in kind… ‘A felsteel longblade, Lady. I am told you can smith it.’ ‘I can smith…very nearly anything. I can even smith armor purposed for the old Naxxramas. Do you have the materials, on you?’ Boastful. Impatient. Yet matter of fact. Certainly not deliberately rude. ‘Yes, Lady, I do…’ D’Dea. When I opened the door, I knew this was to be a night to remember. Godwhat a vision. She was over 6' in her boots. Long knee high blackleather boots! I stared with my mouth open."Well hun, are you going to invite me in?" Kellie's sultry voice justabout made me shoot right then.As she walked in, the long legs were covered with white stockings, up toa sexy red leather mini skirt. With a sheer white top and sexy red bra.Long neck, up to a face of a goddess. Long blonde hair, with red beestung lips.