Pressed up against the ascending vibrating wall, I lift your hair to kiss and nip-nibble the back of your neck just hard enough to feel you wince with...pleasure; searching and feeling of your fantastic tits; pert, alive and wanton of attention as your nipples become hard and receptive to the lightest touch. I feel you shiver slightly in anticipation; panties now fully exposed and fine denier silk encapsulates slender tanned legs; I am eager to get my hard as iron cock inside you but tease your. As it was way after midnight and i was already in bed wearing nothing but a tback and a camisole, i staggered to the door, drunk with sleep.As soon as i open the door, rough arms grip my mouth and around my waist. Five men proceed to push me aside like a rag doll and enter my house. I was mortified at the idea on inpending death as these men work ski mask. 'Take anything you want!' i cried through fingers clamped to my mouth.I guess seeing me in a tank and tback turned them on because the focus. ‘MARY!’ Lizzie broke her reverie. ‘I’m coming, forgoodnessake! It’s not like Wellesley House will burn down without us,’ Mary said, grabbing her shawl. She slung it through her elbows and ran her hands along the banister as she descended the staircase. ‘I want to get there before Claire Townshend gets her hands on Lord Raynham! We are late enough now to miss the entrances and the first dance. Any more fussing over your curls and we’d miss dinner entirely.’ Mary rolled her eyes, ‘I really don’t. My claim to fame is Superheroes but I have been trying to broaden my artistic horizon by drawing realistic figures, but I just can't seem to get the hang of it, A fact that was really frustrating. I slipped into Mrs. Austen's Art Class just as the lunch bell rang and sat in my assigned seat. With Pencil in hand I started drawing a rather impressive sketch of Will Eisner's iconic hero "The Spirit" when Mrs. Austen entered. "That better not be a Superhero!" she said "Sorry Ma'am." I said holding.