He nuzzled her between her ear lope and jaw, feeling her racing pulse.“Slow your heart baby,” he whispered into her ear. Slow her freaking heart? ...at chance, not when she knew what was about to happen.“Do you still want me to make love to you?” he whispered against the curve of her neck and shoulder, making her shiver. “Yes,” she breathed leaning back against him.“Then open your eyes.”She slowly opened them, seeing her bedroom lit with dozen of candles. How romantic!“You mean it?” she whispered. He looks at me and smiles, “Amariel? I believe I have an appointment of sorts.”It’s not often that a client knows my name; a rarity, in fact. I manage not to let the surprise show on my face. I give him a big smile, one that speaks of childish innocence, yet hints at sweaty things done in dark rooms. I trail one hand down my side, tracing my curves, watching his reaction.Even if he were pretending to not be interested, which he wasn’t, his body would have told otherwise. The growth that. "Madame Margarete must take the same size shoes as I." She thought.Lysandra closed the door to the secret room behind her, she was still breathing a little heavy from the orgasm she had given herself and her hair still looked like that of a woman who had just been fucked. The door lock clicked as she turned the key, her high heels clicked on the hall floor as she headed for the stairs. "So I could wear it, it looks like it would fit me perfectly, Madame Margarete and I are about the same size. If you were teaching that in college your classes would be filled with lesbians." I take that I was OK?" Any better and I'll be dead, you were almost as good as Roby. Gosh, I guess I should not have told you that. But, now please - would you fuck me? And please be careful, you are somewhat bigger that anything that has been there."I had crawled to face her and kissed her and looked in her eyes."No Judy, I'll not fuck you." But..."I put my finger to her mouth to silence her."But I'll try my best.