It was a terrible job, but someone had to do it. When he took off her shoes, and looked at her feet, he knew she would not be running with him for a f...w days. They were full of blisters. He shook his head. ‘Women and their high heel shoes, whoever thought up these things was a masochist.’ He undid the side zipper on her dress, rolled her slightly to the left, and pulled it off with no resistance. He returned to her side, removed her thigh high stockings, but left the thing she was wearing. If he told her now, he was sure that she wouldn’t believe him. She would think he was doing it out of obligation, which wasn’t true, but it would be hard to convince her. One thing he’d learned during this rehearsal period was that Connie put on a good front of self-confidence, but it was often just a front. He didn’t want to pressure her. I’ll find the right time , he promised himself. It will have to wait, but I’ll find the right time. x-x-x-x Thanksgiving arrived with a jolt. They both. Christopher trying to hold still and give her a chance to adjust to his being inside her groaned as he felt her vaginal muscles tighten around him slowly he started to thrust in and out of her. Miranda moaned his name pushing at his chest "am I hurting you, baby?" Panting, Miranda wiggled under him "I want to be on top, please Christopher." With a startled look Christopher grinned and quickly rolled over taking Miranda with him, his hands at her waist, he bent his knee's up against her bottom. The assault continued when they entered the private elevator car. It was the most luxurious thing she could imagine and it even smelled of the fresh-cut flowers and the beeswax used on the paneling. Entering the apartment, she was awed. Then when she realized how soft all of the upholstery fabrics and leathers were, she said very softly, "You spend a lot of time here naked, don't you?" When Barbara nodded, she asked, "Must I be naked, too? I ... I ... I don't know if I could..." Sure you can!".