* * * In the late afternoon after Lord Brion had washed, dressed his wound properly and changed his garments he walked down to the garden where he had...first seen Eryca. He leaned on the rock and watched the sky as the sun set and night began to fall. Off to his right he saw a muted flash of light and there she was looking resplendent in a flowing gown of white and gold her feet were bare and a thin golden cord tried in vain to contain her red curls. ‘Good evening Brion, I thought I would find. She removed my towel in one go and I removed her sari. She was in blouse and petticoat, I pushed her on to wall and kissing all over her face ears neck cleavage. She herself removed hooks of the blouse, I pulled string of petticoat in one go, now she was standing only with her undergarments. I turned her face towards wall and removed the hooks of bra and kissing her back madly.Now she pushed me to the wall and kissing me all over my face and she went to my chest licking my nipples and my belly,. ’ His thumb drags heavily over my red painted lips, smearing my cupids bow. I look again at myself in the mirror, the black mascara is smudged, emphasizing my blue eyes, making them deeper, darker, masking any innocence that I may usually show. My red lips are full and wanton, ‘the perfect mouth to suck cock.’ I drag my fingers through my tousled long red hair, removing the dainty clasps that hang on by barely a strand. Turning away from the mirror I walk into the wardrobe, delving into the. Once a STOP call went out there was absolutely nothing that could end it until those on the tactical teams say so. As far as protocol is concerned, I am also the problem until they prove different. STOP would literally invade every sense of privacy a person can enjoy to determine if they're a threat to any facet of the company whether it be on a commercial or personal level. Commercial level means any facet of the business itself that could be damaged or trusts violated; personal level means.