I suddenly realize she needs a towel. I stand up and grab a towel from a closet and walk towards her not even caring that she can know fully see how m...ch she affects me. I walk towards her, and without knowing why, I unfold the towel and drape it over her shoulders. I’m standing two feet away from her, which I know is not a good idea because I just want to reach out and rub my hand down the front of her body and slide my fingers into that beautiful pussy. I decided just to go for it. I had to. Her corset pushed her boobs upward creating two mountains of black flesh upon her chest. I looked between her legs to find dark black curly hair between them. Her thick strong thighs lie before us on the bed. She moved her leg up bringing her heel up placing it onto bed striking a pose for us both. In doing this, it showed her muscular calf muscle as well. I had never noticed just how well built this tiny black Nubian princess was built until now. Her long black flowing hair ran off her. I surmised her emotions were again bound tightly, but this time in a prison of her own making. Father's frustration with her coolness toward him was evident.As dessert was being served, Mrs. Whitfield turned to Father and said, "I have made a decision, Bruce. I will live out my days in the guest house here."Father's countenance darkened and he threw his napkin onto his plate. "Balderdash," he barked. "Complete and utter balderdash. Do you know what you are, Mary Elizabeth? You are a prisoner. Val?rie me d?grafa monpantalon qui tomba ? mes chevilles avant que je ne puisse r?agir...Et l?, je restais p?trifi?. Horreur! Ce matin l?, un peu press? aur?veil, j'avais remis la petite culotte de Jeanne. J'?tais en culottede dentelle un peu trop grande devant Val?rie qui ?clata de rire.Tr?s vite, elle se remit de son ?tonnement et retourna vers laboutique, refermant le rideau de la cabine d'essayage sur moi.Elle revint avec deux autres pantalons et deux chemises blanches:"Essayes ?a!" Me dit.