Grabbing it with both fists I went to confront Emily. I found her removing her makeup gently in her mirror. Her slow deliberate movements had me spell...ound and once again I found myself staring at her. She caught my eye in the mirror and spun around to face me. “Well, well! Look who’s spicy hot.” she said with a grin. I remembered what I was doing there and pulled together a jumble of words outlining my discomfort which didn’t make much sense but she understood what I was getting at. “Ok, ok!. As he worked her belly he got in the floor between her legs and pulled her skirt up just a bit and then moved his mouth down the outside of her right thigh gently kissing his way down. When he got to the stocking he began to roll it down her leg kissing the outside all the way down. When he got to her foot, and the stocking was off, he kissed across each toe and then began to kiss his way back up the inside of her leg. When he got to her belly he moved to the other leg and began to kiss his way. A few moments later, she stepped into the darkened room and asked, “What’s all of this? What are you thinking, my romantic husband?” She walked over, patches of her flesh still glistening, her hair hanging like a dark curtain over her shoulders and back.“Actually, I thought tonight we might play a little Dungeon’s Dragons…. And you are going to be the maid strapped down in the dungeon that I must rescue.”“Oh? And what if I just want to jump your bones and ride you like a stallion?” she asked. A push up bra added cleavage which was a fantastic look. But finally I decided not to wear a bra, as I felt that would get Brad’s full attention as the thin material would accentuate any movements my breasts made. Make-up and hair were just perfect and by the time I strapped on my heels I just knew I looked hot. Just knew that my date would be impressed and that I, and no one else, would have his full attention. Just knew his self-confidence would be reflected back in my confidence in my sexy.