She was a goddess. She was carved in the whitest, smoothest alabaster he had ever seen. She was lying on her back with her arms laid by her sides, and...her legs slightly akimbo. The detail in the stone was magnificent; every pore, every fingernail, the delicate lines on the backs of her hands, even the individual strands of her pubic hair, all had been carved with meticulous detail, all were as white as the cleanest snow.But her face! The strength of those features, the finely chiselled. She came up the stairs and noticed that her bedroom light was on. As she enters her room to shut the light off she sees me there jacking off with her panties. She screams, the hell are you doing and I am startled and quickly drop her panties and try to pull up my shorts. I stumble with my words not knowing what to stay. She comes in the room and walks straight up to me and demands that I tell her what I'm doing jacking off with her panties. I stumble more with my words and my shorts. She. You’ll turn heads at the restaurant.’ I took it as a cue to go, so I offered Debbie my arm. She stopped when she got outside, looking for the truck. I grinned for the first time that night. ‘Surely you didn’t think I’d dress up in a suit and drive my old truck? Let me get the door.’ I had driven my little Lincoln, pearl gray with a darker gray leather interior. It was ten years old, but I kept it spotless. We went to the most popular seafood place in town. Debbie seemed uncomfortable when she. I moved slightly in expectation of leaving the 'cage' when Miranda put her hand between my legs, cupping my balls and smiling knowingly. She looked about the landing and corridors to ensure no-one was there, and then pressed a sequence of buttons. The elevator rose again to a sinister but plush landing bedecked in black. The soft lighting revealed shorter corridors than before; each ending with a large door; smaller doors lined those corridors Occasional black velvet chairs sat under black.