”“Beatrice Damor?” A voice in the black, one she didn’t recognize.A man came out, wearing nothing but a robe like Jacob would probably wear, d...rk brown and leathery. Maybe in his thirties, healthy, strong looking man, and now that he came closer, she managed to recognize the silhouette of his body and blur of his face. This was one of Jacob’s thralls.“They got a thrall to guard the gate?” She laughed and leaned her crouched body against the tiny tunnel wall. “Any Ventrue or Daeva could break. I rolled my eyes in desire, burrowed excitedly under the fabric of my saucy panties and sunk two voracious fingers deep into the folds of my soft, smooth, succulent shaven pussy with a sign of extreme bliss. This is what I needed. This is what I wanted. My free hand gripped around the ridged base of my tempting toy whilst my thumb expertly applied the perfect amount of pressure to start up that gratifying hummmmmmmmm. Oh how the thrill resonated through my body as a drip of my sweet intimate. “He’s a lot better than your last boyfriend. Not that he was bad exactly, but John is a better proposition altogether. That’s what you need at the moment.”There was a muffled response from the other end of the line, presumably still about John.I never met John Dimple, whatever impression you get from Polly Tarantella’s account, not then and not since. Perhaps he arrived too soon in Marianne’s life to feature in the following weeks and months. But Polly’s interviewed him and in her biography of. Her matching thong panties hadstring sides, trimmed at the corners with more velvet bows.Her legs were covered in black French-heeled stockings with back seams.Her feet were in black patent 5" spike heels with ankle straps. Sheturned and checked her rear profile as well. She was as ready as a girlcould be.She wasn't sure how long it had taken her to get ready, nor did sheknow how Tyler seemed to always know when she was ready. Her heelsclicked on the tile floor as she moved nearer the sink and.