Underneath I am wearing a black lace and blue silk demi-bra from which my hard nipples are protruding for the touch of your lips and hands. I pull the...dress off completely. Your eyes drink in the erotic sight of my black lace garter belt and my long lean legs in black stockings and heels. The soft curly hair of my pussy is exposed to you and my bottom is bare. You take a step closer. I kneel in front of you, pull you close with my hands on your ass, and press my face into the fabric of your. "Practice, I suppose. When you have to take something on and off at least once a day, you get used to it"The others jostled. I knew the questions had to come eventually, and I didn't mind answering them, to be honest. It was nice to be looked to for advice, or at least information."Are they comfortable?" Shaughnessy piped up. I shrugged."More comfortable than going without" I answered. ."What colour are you wearing?" a cheeky voice, Dawes, asked."You perv" I laughed, but flashed the strap -. And has lots of memories”.She laughed, knowing what I meant.She smiled. We had always had a good time at her workplace ... chatting and laughing for almost all of the sessions. She had rendered me speechless and breathless on occasions - she had an amazingly sexy body, and a wicked sense of humour, especially when she wrapped her soft hand around my hard cock.She had commented on a few occasions about its length and girth, saying “You would rip me apart with this monster”. We’d even discussed. Or, you will once I tell you my story. And that’s exactly my point. There’s no room for me here. I was born a thousand years too late, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s probably a punishment for something I did wrong in that last lifetime, that I just can’t seem to remember. They sent me here to Hell, and let me tell you, it’s a whole lot worse than the flames that licked up around my skin and consumed me when I was the sacrifice in my virginal phase. Those lifetimes a person knew.