.His hand moves a little higher over her throat and his index finger touches her lower lip. "Soo, her want it rough then?" He playfully whispers in he... ear. Then she softly bites on his finger and nods slowly. Softly sucking on his finger between her lips. He can feel her smile as she keeps her lips tight around his finger. A devious smile spreads on his lips, she can't see that smile, but she senses it. Then she closes her eyes, for she knows, whatever comes next... she'll be loving it... He. I know he hasn’t been here,’ Marsha continued. ‘But, I…’ Brian stammered, his flush almost as red as Marsha’s shirt. ‘Brian,’ Marsha said, taking his hand. ‘This is a butt,’ she continued, grabbing Brian’s hand and placing it on her exposed ass. Her muscles quivered at the sudden heat of his sweating palm and she stifled a moan by biting her lower lip, almost unnoticed by Brian. She felt the hand try to move away, but she held it there. Once she felt the fingers flex, she knew she had him. ‘Now. I want you to come to a special event tonight. Wear the short black dress and heels. And the red lace bra and panties, and matching thigh highs. There's some people I want you to meet."She didn't know what to say to this, the way he said 'meet' sent a tingle to her pussy. She remembered that she had a date planned with Phillip, her sweet boyfriend. "I uhm, I have a date with my boyfriend tonight..." Hmmm."She looked down."That's alright, it's fine, why don't you bring him?" Bring him?" Sure.. As coincidence would have it, he is new here too, and lives just under her place. She puts down the milk gallon she carries. Polite thanks, a few more words are exchanged, and a good bye with a promise of a tomorrow. The night now is disturbed as the dream returns to haunt her, to awake in her something which felt almost inhuman. The days, as mundane as ever, go by. It is a Sunday, the window is open, and the curtain barely sways in the early breeze of spring. Faith sits quietly reading and is.