“It’s simple. Too good would mean I’d barely last a minute, and you’d be unable to have the fun you want to have. ‘Almost’ is perfect” h... paused “meaning that you’re just good enough to drive me crazy. Does that make sense?”“I think so. Too good is like an overly rich chocolate mousse; a few bites are all your taste buds can really handle. Almost is a mousse that’s well balanced; you can enjoy the whole serving, but not be left wanting more.”“That’s one way to understand it. Anyway, were you. I closed my legs and kind of rolled right then left to spread my butt cheeks apart, leaned forward to check the strap on my shoe and gave a little cunt wiggle. I could actually feel my cunt lips dropping even further through the hole. Oh wow I thought, this is really cool! As I sat back up straight I could feel my lips dropping even further through the hole. I spread my legs as far as the chair would allow. Guys started elbowing each other telling them to look at my cunt lips hanging down. "Sounds delightful... I'd quite like to see that. Actually though, I meant what are you wearing out tomorrow night? You're so adorable, and I'm sure you have a wardrobe to match, and I just want to make sure I don't clash." After a few minutes of wardrobe discussion, when Miranda was just about to hang up, Heather spoke up quickly. "I almost forgot. Those blue panties you're wearing..." "What about them?" "Take them off please. Save them for tomorrow if you like." "Okay, sure. Is there. Heard the lock engage and feeling both horny and more than a little scared. The room was small and almost empty, there was a café-table with a candelabra and a note on it. It was written in the same hand and it gave her the next instructions. She gasped with excitement. Then she took off her coat and scarf and hung it on the coat-rack behind the door. Then she went to the door that lead deeper into the shop. It was covered by a heavy golden velvet curtain. She hesitated, she was in the deep.