I lower my face to your exposed sex, propped up nicely by the pillow for my access. I take in the sight of your beautiful pussy, pink lips swollen and...slick, opening up to reveal a deeper salmon within. I can see your clitoris escaping from its hood, engorged and asking for attention. Your lips glisten with excitement, and your womanly scent, the aroma of an aroused woman, makes my cock throb inside my briefs. My hands on your rear cheeks, holding you open for me, the tip of my tongue lightly. " I reply to Saul's offer, but look over at Nimrod. He seems to be watching Saul and me, trying to gauge my reactions."Nim?" Saul says in a worried tone, does he think he has been to forward with his invitation. He climbs to his feet and shambles over to Nimrod hanging his head and hiding his eyes as if ashamed. "If that is alright with you?" I said bring her home didn't I?" Nimrod says, pretending to be cranky."Can we keep her?" Saul cajoles and leans in to press a soft kiss on Nimrod's. Even though I enjoy that feeling too.) I attach the thigh highs to the corsets garters and then get out my shoes. They are also black and are a shiny patent leather. 4" F' me pumps with stiletto heels; no lower then that for this girl.Now to get dressed. The whole time I am dressing I am fantasizing that I am getting dressed for a date with my lover, and wanting to look extra alluring, as well as wanton for his pleasure. Could this man be you? Who knows? We can both be having fantasies can't. I was to marry Brant Everard and that was that. "Pity that Brand Everard ran off like he did," said Andrew wistfully. "Now he was a man worth allying with. Not like that young pup that's stepped into his birthright."I'd never met Brant's older brother, but I'd heard his story. Hot headed, passionate, known for being a bit rough around the edges, his primary occupation was apparently deflowering the peasant girls on his father's estate. It was when he began on the women on the neighbor's.