"Yes, Sir, thank you very much. I reallyappreciate it," she smiled up at him. "You surprise me, Jessica." "How so, Sir?" "I noticed you were wearin... stockingsand a garter belt. Most girls opt for the more convenient pantyhose.I personally hate them. While they do look good outside the skirt, underthe skirt they are plain awful. As far as panty lines, I tend to love pantylines, I love to see the outline of what is encompassing the sexy flesh underthe skirt." She blushed a little. "I just. And in the center lay the girl across the steps of the dais, before thealtar. The daemons danced round her, one holding a brilliant red candle lacedwith gold. His face was dark and evil, and the candle tipped above the girl'snaked bosom. Blood red claws encircled her ankles and wrists, holding her stillin her agony as the fiery paraffin poured from the candle down upon her breast. Annette's eyes widened as she looked at the painting. But then a look ofconfusion, of bewilderment effused her. .” Stacy R said.Stacy B looked over to Stacy R.“I know him pretty well myself. If you confess to him, he’ll either end up reciprocating or...” Stacy R. said.“Or?” Sabrina asked.“He’ll push you onto the bed, fuck your brains out, then reciprocate. I’ve seen how he looks at you. He secretly worships you.” Stacy R. said.“Wow. A guy that worships a girl.” Sabrina said.“It’s not all about worship. It’s about balance.” Alicia said with a sigh. “Setting boundaries and respecting them. To date someone. Her breath smelled lightly of mint and citrus and ... blood? Then she kissed him fully and drove all thoughts from his head.She stepped back, nearly – but not quite – hitting the bed, and waved a hand in his direction."Are you going to stand there all night like a clothes tree, or are you going find something to do with those?"Frowning, he looked down to see what she was pointing at. With a start, he realized that he was still clutching their discarded clothing in his hands! He'd forgotten all.