She arranged them around mywaist, then fussed with the pettis and panties until she was satisfiedthat they sat properly. Then she zipped up the dress,...arranged the skirtover the very full pettis. The skirt that had before nearly reached myknees now stood out almost horizontally and its hem just reached the hemof the top layer of the pettis. The overall effect was similar to thatof a ballerina's tutu.Charlotte then stood back, and said, "I'll just get the otheraccessories, and then you're ready,. He had spent too many years watching her from across a room and he knew he couldn’t trust that particular expression. She pointedly glanced at his lap again before looking back up at him. ‘So, we kiss, you get hard, you show it to me, and that’s it?’ ‘If I get hard, I might want more.’ ‘Technically, I still have a boyfriend.’ ‘Officially, we know you don’t.’ ‘But I’m not going to renege on pretending to be his girlfriend until I see him again.’ ‘But kissing and seeing me naked is okay?’ he. He blinked at my rounded cleavage and tore his eyes hurriedly away, squinting at the paper. “Um, well let’s see now.” Even in trying to concentrate on the question, his eyes flicked back to me, raking my slender body up and down, even meeting my blue eyes for a long moment before flicking back to the page. I let my own eyes wander, and noticed the steadily rising tent in his pants… I sat up taller to my full kneeling height, bringing my face that much closer to his. The next time he looked at. I'm Peter and I've lots to show you. You'll be begging for more."She giggled. I kissed her. I always kiss a giggler. They need it.The room we entered had pillows and sofas all around the room. I had been here before. There was a gilded table beside the door as you entered. That's where you placed your bills. We knew the drill. I took out five benjamins and put them on a silver platter. The other men followed suit. Not the ladies, of course.It was a great room for what was going to happen next..