It was still pressed tightly closed, I couldn’t see anything extra, but just the thought of those two buttons being undone was making me hot.“The ...uestion is, and I hope you can answer me honestly,” Jackie’s fingers were slowly playing with the third button on her shirt, as she spoke, “would you like me to tell you about our underwear, or to show you?”“How can that possibly a question?” who in their right mind would opt for the option being told, when they could be shown.She smiled a little. As a strand of it tickled his nose when he shifted inhis bed, Thomas noticed that it was hair. He also noticed, when he shiftedin his bed, that something else wasn't right. He felt very, very confined,and had an odd movement on his chest. It also dawned on him that his wholebody was both hot and cramped, which was weird since Thomas always slept innothing but his boxers.Raising his left arm, Thomas moved the mass of black hair from his face, andfelt something tug on his scalp. That was when. She jumped up when she saw me and headed towards the door, our purses in hand. Once we got out of the hotel we flagged down a cab and headed to the hottest bar in Miami, DV8. We walked right up to the bouncer, ignoring the line. He gave us a once over and then in a gruff voiced asked us for our names. He found our names on the VIP list and we headed inside, much to the frustration of everyone in line. Our plan of attack was to drink a lot to much, and find some sexy men to grind with, and then. The man who would love to kiss ass, and has never been allowed. The seducer of women become now their ultimate brown noser." What?" I repeated, stupefied even as I looked to find Miss Circe again, and found only her portrait, and yet felt this terrible urge to kiss her buttocks on paint that wasn't even yet dry." She's gone," Gleyre assured me. "She comes and goes in men's imaginations. I can tell you though that there's one additional way you may relieve yourself of this compulsion. .