Raising my hand, I touched my tongue tentatively to my thumb, letting the salty, musky taste spread before drawing my thumb into my mouth. My eyes met...his and I had an impression of strong lines and glittering blue eyes, but his face remained in shadows. I faltered, withdrawing my thumb, letting my subconscious out for a moment. His hand closed on the back of my neck, strong fingers pressing firmly and I felt him pushing my head down. It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess what he wanted. I asked whether it is completed.She replied that she was waiting and that she is shy. I asked to take a walk across the window before taking a pic. She turned off her lights and sent me a pic of her standing topless in front of the same window. I asked why did she turn the lights off. For that, she replied that it was not part of the dare I said.I was locked out of the argument. Maybe I should be careful in choosing the words next time. She was having a sarcastic smile and it was my turn. OMG.. He took a pair of her pink cotton panties with little hearts on them andshimmied them up his waist. He pulled out a pair of pink cotton kneesocks and tried them on. They were ribbed and came up almost to midthigh. He folded the top 4 inches down to just under his knee and didthe same with the other sock. He went into her shoe closet which wasfilled up with different pairs of shoes. Many of them the shiny kindthat he loved. Marcus didn't know what a fetish was, but he wouldcertainly in. I called out her name but there was no response. I headed directly up the stairs toward her bedroom.As I neared the door, I could hear the shower running. I paused just inside her bedroom and surveyed the room. The bed had been slept in but had been straightened with the sheet and spread neatly tucked. I walked to the bathroom door and called her name again.“What the hell are you waiting for? Get your clothes off and get in here.” I still had more work to do so she would understand she was not.