"It's a fucking python, Nigel!" It's looking for a nice warm nest, Cherry." Like this one here?" she lay back on the floor and lifted her skirt. Nigel...could see the evidence of her arousal in the way her vaginal lips were glistening with wetness."Fuck yes," he breathed. "Exactly like that."He stripped off his trousers while Cherry stared transfixed as his penis thickened and strengthened. His tee shirt came next, and her wetness increased as she looked at his magnificent torso.Without realizing. The soup, a roasted chestnut with a distinctly sweet undercurrent nicely bolstered by pieces of duck confit, is to die for. Pheasant breast arrives pink and moist within a wrapping of savory cabbage, Pristine halibut roasted in a potato crust and aggressively seasoned with thyme, is pure pleasure. Filet-tender venison is next, matched with wild huckleberries, with a touch of cheese. To round off the main course beautifully rare slices of wild hare arrive at the table topped with slices of. I hear the snap of scissors, opening and closing. I feel the taut hem of my dress relax as it is cut slowly up the middle. I feel the coldness of the back of the scissor blade as it slides between my breasts, snipping upward until at last it parts my dress completely.The material falls to the side, exposing me. The chill of the blade slides across one shoulder, snipping first one strap, then the other. I feel the friction of the material as it is pulled away, leaving my back bare against the. I crumbled up the paper again and fought with myself about going.It’s a stupid idea.She might just wanna talk.You’re stupid if you believe that.But you’ll never know unless you go find out.Dumbshit, that’s just your penis talking.I put my head on the desk and closed my eyes. I felt sure I was setting myself up, but my curiosity got the better of me and I mentally made the decision to go see what Bella wanted. My anxiety for the end of day bell only increased as I watched the clock tick.