. below her breasts and just enough off center that only high thigh was exposed. Or maybe it’s low hip. I don’t know what it’s called. All I kno... is it’s skin that isn’t exposed when someone is wearing clothing. Any kind of clothing.Oh ... and she was wearing the pearls from Lucy’s jewelry box.“How do they look?” she asked, getting right to the point.“Ummm,” was my response. That’s because my mind was grappling with the concept that hundred-year-old pearls were touching the skin of a girl who. I know it may sound silly to some of you, as they are only ‘words’, but the Anglo-Saxon terminology has been considered ‘dirty’ since there were Caesars in Rome, and the invading armies and their languages were considered vulgar and ignorant. Two words for the same thing – one dirty, one accepted. Ok, enough about ‘dirty’ words!“Now, any questions?” she asked. “There was a lot of information provide to you today… If you have any questions, now is the time to ask. I will do my best to answer. This was the moment of greatest self-control - to resist that pulsing vein in her neck. The smell of blood burned my nose. Even the cheap perfume that filled the room couldn't mask the scent of fresh blood. Straining somewhat, I tore my attention from my blood-thirst and my kisses moved away from her neck to her red-painted lips. She returned my kisses with fervor. None yet could resist my hypnotic essence.My cock strained against my trousers as our kissing intensified. She tilted her head. It's really amazing. As I saw you walking through thedoor, I immediately knew that you would love a new piece of art I gotlast week. It's in this room. Now, I think I would love to see thedelighted look on your face. And to make it even more exciting for you,you could feel it first for 10 seconds or so, to try and figure outwhat it could be. Well, it's kind of a sculpture! Okay, ready? I'lltake your handbag for a moment so that your hands are free. All right,close your eyes, I'll lead you a few.