May I?"I nodded and Laura started by kneeling down and removing the sandals that I wore. They were more substantial than the flip flops and didn't mak... me look stupid when I wore them naked, as long as I didn't wear socks that is. Next she undid the snap to my jeans and pulled them down and off each foot, one at a time. She was careful to leave my underwear undisturbed. Then she stood up and lifted my tee shirt over my head. Before she took off my one remaining garment she ran her hands over my. ’ ‘If you come back with me to my place for a late night tete-a-tete, I’ll give you that dress and the accessories that go with it,’ Ava intoned. It was at that precise moment that Racquel realized just who Ava had to be! ‘You’re Ava Morgan, the designer,’ Racquel gasped. ‘Oh my goodness, I had NO idea! You’re simply fabulous, I love your clothes and shoes and …’ ‘Does that mean you’ll accept my offer?’ Ava said, placing two slender, perfectly-manicured fingers under Racquel’s chin. Racquel had. Or was it?Who was she?Her body lay stretched in darkness. It felt like a smoldering fire. She felt the bruises, of course. She felt the heat in her crotch, in her ass. But most of all, there was this glow. It was a low, sweet, caressing glow. It seemed to wrap up her entire being. It relaxed her muscles.And it spread a wool blanket all over her brain.Her hand was between her thighs. It must have been there all the time. Fingers rubbed her swollen cunt lips. They slipped into the hot wetness.. Chill bumps run the length of her body. His hands move to cup her breasts and slowly circle her nipples taking great pleasure when he feels them harden in response to his touch. Closing his eyes, images of Ms. E provide visuals for what MK’s hands explore. When he grazes Simone’s shoulders, his mind sees the rich chocolate of Ms. E’s sculpted arms. When Simone sighs and says “Yes, MK, just like that,” it’s Ms. E’s voice that nourishes his ears.Slowly, he leads her from the backyard deck into.