“Really?” was all I had in me. An apologetic shrug of the shoulders was Dave’s only response at first, before he grinned sheepishly. “Even if ... can’t taste the steak, at least let me smell the aroma.”I hesitated, just standing there wrapped in my long white towel, staring at the clothes and thinking. It was my turn to shrug my shoulders as I thought ‘what the hell’, unwinding my towel and starting with the sexy pink lingerie Dave had chosen.As I resigned myself to the uniform chosen by my. . what did you call them, 'lionesses' ... very fitting, in fact. Admittedly, we had to take it easy for several hours, but you have to admit that we had the right attitude ... we were just very hot for you," Ashley winked at me."Well, apparently, now that you're some sort of undead prophet or whatever, you don't need that protection or anything like it. Now you're at our mercy and your Assyrian princesses have no problem with us draining you dry, as long as they get their fair share. They. Gradually squeezing her firm calves and moving up over her knees, my hands moved on to her soft warm thighs and the feelings I was experiencing were like nothing I had ever experienced before. I placed my cheek against her calf as I roamed over her thighs and the outside of her slim legs. The feeling was heady and magical when suddenly my hands slid on to bare skin and my head jerked up - the bitch was wearing stockings, oh my wildest dreams since being a boy had come true! I nearly creamed. * * *It was finals week at the high school, the last week before Christmas vacation. Kat and Kelly were both dragging a little bit, having missed out on some sleep the night before. Their first class that morning was English, where they found Sara Valentine looking beatific, wearing a summer dress despite the winter weather. Sara was almost annoyingly cheerful, chatting away about the assignment for that week, a final essay that would make up 33% of their grade. Kat and Kelly both half-slept.