She opened the fridge, leaned in a bit, and pulled out two bottles of water. He bumped the door closed and started for the stairs. Going up the stair... was a bit more difficult. Unsteadily, they made their way up bumping into the wall and railing. She was giggling. They slipped and fell. She started laughing, and he covered her mouth quickly as he landed on top of her. Her legs found their way around his waist and she locked both arms around his neck. They kissed passionately as he stroked down. She has already told me thatthe hormones I am taking have done as much as they can, so She will haveme scheduled for surgery soon. Then the tight black satin corset, moldingmy waist into a more feminine form as I lace it tighter. It feels like atight, sensual hug.Garters, of course, because She wants Her maids in stockings. Tonight,they are black, real silk, with Cuban heels and seams. I check one moretime to make sure the seams are straight.I look at myself in the mirror for a moment, and I. Georgia unpacked her suitcases, then undressed and tossed her clothes into the pile of laundry. Naked, she sorted the wash from the dry cleaning, then headed into her bath. She showered quickly, dried off, and slipped into a long satin robe. She went downstairs for a nice glass of wine. It was time to decompress and relax. Some wine, some television, and bedtime were just the ticket for the rest of the day and for the entire weekend.Georgia came to with a start. She looked around wildly for a. The scene below them was breathtaking, and so was her expectancy of what lay in store tonight. Carmella had created a wonderfully decadent picture during their discussions and her anticipation of another session with Tony Daly—or maybe Pierre Laroche?—had been growing in her mind all evening. She looked hot and she felt hot. Wesley Snipes, you don’t know what you’re missing… *** Sandra Wilson had been wandering around for an hour and a half, casually chatting to anyone who looked like they.