It smelled wonderful. "I've got to find something nice to wear." and she walked into her bedroom. She chose a long black dress with long sleeves and a...low cut neckline. A black velvet choker with a gothic looking cross hanging from it. And pointy black heels, not too high because she had a lot to do.She slipped into the hot bubbly water and relaxed. She was excited about tonight and hoped it would be pleasant. He was a pleasant man and they seemed to get on well. "Yes, things should be fine...". Trying to find them “at home” was a fool’s errand. In the daytime they laid low, afraid of the A-4’s from the carriers offshore. At night they moved with stealthy skill through canals mapped by generations of ethnic boatmen.The name of the game was to try to disrupt the flow of supplies, but the truth of the matter was, Charley could survive for weeks in the delta without supplies, subsisting on a small supply of rice supplemented with crabs, oysters off the mangrove roots, an occasional fish. I then moved just a little between her breast. I rubbed her soft skin. She had her eyes closed as I rubbed her some more. I inched just a little more to touch her breast.I was not sure she let me touch anymore than I was. I wanted to see them some badly. She breathed in hard. Then opened her eyes. She looked directly into my eyes. "Be gentle.. There very very very sensitive. I never shown them in public before. Don't laugh Masseuses Buck." she said in a low voice. I smiled as she moved her. Don't you love the wide solid border on the bottom?" Sure," I muttered."Oh, I know you do-oo. So put it on, sweets. And put on these scalloped topped thigh highs. I got 'em long 'cause I wanted 'em way up there on you. Maybe the boys'll rub against them. Wouldn't that feel great?" she teased. "And you're really gonna love these, baby. Put them on and follow me."Besides the lingerie, Lilla left me black 5 inch fuck me pumps. Very pointy closed toe, no sides, stiletto heels, ankle straps. I put.