"I chuckled, "You forget, I've had some experience with heels." The nails are extensions. I thought you might have fun with them." I was so besotted ...he first time I saw you, I didn't even notice. Theylook very sexy. You look very sexy. You're setting the bar awfullyhigh." I'll be here to coach you if you're here for me. Like shaving, forexample. You won't have to worry about that for a while; I was totallywaxed at the salon. Stand up and let me look at you."I was wearing an off-white. As he removed his shirt he started whispering, telling her how sexy she was, telling how happy he could make her. His voice always soft, always deep and comforting, but never leaving any doubt that he was dominant. His hands massaged her neck and chest as she closed her eyes. A soft sound escaped her lips, and when his hands found their way to her skirt once again she didn’t even notice. She felt the chill air hit her skin as he slipped off her skirt and underwear in one motion. He paused. Out with ugly doorknobs that made grinding noises. The new stuff was a lot better, but was it quiet enough? Would it be possible to open her door to see her masturbating?It was.A narrow gap was enough to let me see her bed. Her nightshirt was on the floor, and the sheet was pulled up to her shoulders. Her hands were moving around under the thin covering. One was on her breasts, the other, between her legs. Finally, she arched her back and pulled her knees up to cum. The sheet came down far. The necklace and pendant-symbol he gave me as a sign of my bond to him hung right above mid-cleavage. A long, flowing black skirt that shimmered in the bright underwater pool lights completed the ensemble.There was nothing that was imperfect about the night. The lights played on our skin and the clear, light blue water just enough to feed the lust, but not enough to overshadow the beauty of the clear night sky. Nights like those were made to intoxicate and bring senses to new heights.Beneath.