Only high heels and stockings remained. Nodding his mute appreciation, Greg kicked off his shoes and lost his nether garments. I helped him with his s...irt, slid down his tie, and he was naked. For precious seconds we simply hugged, while all around us the faceless four frantically cursed and punched doors, walls and floors. 'God, you're beautiful.' Greg's words cut through the din. I shook my head, but he nodded in earnest reiteration. I whispered. 'Thank you.' As we kissed, he eased me onto. A baseball mitt and bat, football, a flat basketball and a pair of ice skates cluttered the floor, along with more clothes (some still tangled around the wire hangers that had suspended them once, before they'd fallen down). There was a shelf up high and there were some boxes and a stack of comic books. Terry pulled the chair over and stood up on it. She could just reach the shelf. She slid the pile of comics forward but they fell from her grip and fluttered noisily to the floor. "Shit!". I was just taking them off when I felt a hand brush my arse, I thought she had gone upstairs so I turned round bollock and there I was with my cock almost hard and her looking at me naked, yes red again, she said I was quite a big boy for my age, I said stupidly you think so meaning my height lol.She had the boxers in her hand but said she wanted a kiss for them,I said ok thinking it was harmless fun, she kissed me with such vigour and passion my cock sprang to attention and poked in her. It was a tremendous effort to do so, both mental and physical. Xena managed it, hating herself and hating this woman before her beyond all imagining. “Hands on top of your head, girl. Surely you know the correct posture for a slave?” Venetia smiled softly as rage surged through Xena. The terms ‘girl’ and ‘slave’ were cruel jibes directed directly at her. “I thought you might have learnt a lesson... but it seems not...“ Xena knew what would come next. Crying out with pain from her aching biceps,.