Her right foot rests on the bottom rung. The mystery ended when our eyes connected. As my eyes spotlight every inch of skin, her body tells me an inte...esting story... Hair slicked back as if though she was downwind of the air outside. Those lines of her being trace the soul of that which possess the perfect gem cut. An unmatched, unique, and priceless mold that is rare as the Lou Gehrig disease. The follicles of tiny peach fuse like hair across her the body, is like the "Snuggle" of softness. “Subdeacon Michael! A pleasure! To what do I owe the call?”“I’m calling on behalf of a friend. She has a friend who was just released from prison who is looking for a job. Mr. Vasilyev suggested I call you because you had a night manager position open at the motel you own in Rutherford.”“And what was his crime, Subdeacon?”“Sex with an underage girl.”“At my age, I should be so lucky,” he laughed, living up to his reputation as something of a rake, barely kept in line by his wife.“I take it from. I’d do anything for her. If she needs a place to stay she can stay here, I already spoke to Dad. She’s actually quite fun when you get to know her. Ask Denny. Ask Flea. And, Carly, I’m ashamed to tell you this but there’s nothing quite like licking the bottoms of her feet after a long warm day at the shops.Carly: Mum, eww, gross. You lick her feet? TMI!!!Carly: If she stays I’m staying at my friends place. Are her feet good enough to lose me over!I looked up at Tahlia as she read the response. I began putting on a pair of suspender tights with holes at both the crotch area and at the back. Then I proceeded by putting on a frilly black bra and my prettiest long brown haired wig which reached down passed my shoulders with curls at the end.I stood up and steadily walked through a separate door in my room. Through the door was the inside of my vending machine that I used every morning and evening to make a living. The inside of the machine was pitch-black upon entering with soft red.