But how could Timmy explain all the sensations? His body totallysmooth now, shaved from just below his tightly plucked and shapedeyebrows to the tips...of his gloss red pedicured toes. Everything henow wore was made of nylon and satin and taffeta. He was in a tightsix strap garter belt that held the beige welts of the sheer nylonstockings tight and taut high on his smooth hairless thighs, the tightsheer fabric wrinkle free zipping with each mincing step as thestockings shined in the light and. Much to my delight, I was so completely passable as Heathyr, thebartender refused to accept my card. When he handed it back, he let hishand gently slide along mine, sending an electric thrill up my arm. Hechatted me up and flirted with me while his partner retrieved thebottles, telling me it was a shame my 'boyfriend' was too much of ajerk to come down himself. He then took my hand once more and kissed itbefore I left.On impulse, before my senses could get the better of me, I leanedacross the. I already offered her money, but she won't take it, not from me, she's proud. I want you to fix it, give her justice, not charity. Please?"Odds or not, he wouldn't, I knew; it wasn't his metiér.Or I thought I knew. But either I'd underestimated Lee's powers of persuasion or the strength of her independent relationship with Spook, because instead of turning her down flat he said something else."I will review." For any human that would have meant weeks or maybe even months; for Spook it was a. He was close...so close. She looked up at his face, he looked like a god to her, and she, just a pitiful slave, her makeup smeared, her eyes watery, saliva dripping from her lips down her chin. He pulled back, drawing his cock out of her mouth. A hungry whimper escaped her lips. "What do you want, lovely one?" He asked softly. "To please you, Sir," she replied immediately. He stroked her hair and shook his head, "A nice sentiment, to be sure, but that is not what makes you whimper with need..