My long blond hair swung down into my face as I tried to adjust my stocking with my shoe in my hands and standing on the one foot that still had a sho... on.I lost my balance, as I was suddenly startled from the sound of a man yelling in my direction as he came out of a building, which the car was parked in front of."What the fuck do you think your doing bitch! Can't you see that you are leaning against an expensive damn set of wheels and marking up the paint with your fucking finger prints"! I. ." I unzipped my skirt, slipped it off, and hung it up on the rack. No slip to bother with, so I next slipped off my blouse which I also hung up on the rack. Next, my bra came off--but I left on my garter belt, nylons and panties. I thought this massage could be a little different if I left my nylons on for a change. How would Masu react? Masu had laid out a clean white sheet on the massage table. He never bothered to lay out another sheet to cover his client's bodies because he couldn't see. She’d never have the strength to pull them apart if they ever decided to test each other’s mettle. They’d kill each other. Jordan’s body visibly tensed at Daniel’s challenging stance. He wanted to hit something — Daniel’s smug face preferably — but anything would do at this point. He didn’t like the way the jerk had talked to Lula or his implications about what they’d been doing when he’d interrupted them. However, more irritatingly, he was decidedly unhappy about being interrupted and Lula’s. I then made the rest of the journey through the dark streets on foot. Jumping the yard fence, I crept across Sofia’s lawn toward her basement window and made my presence known with a small knock. My Latina girlfriend quickly came to the window and slid it open. “Keaton, what are you doing?” she whispered with an amalgamation of worry and excitement. “I came to see you,” I smoothly replied. “You gonna let me in or what? It’s cold out here.” Sofia cleared.