I being Father Christmas gifted her by leaning over to remove the dangerous garment impeding her feet.I'm not above copping a free feel either and ran...my hands beneath the woman's dress and squeezed her hot buns in my hands. "Now that's a hot piece of ass!" I shouted into my mic. The crowd exploded into laughter. I even got a rim shot from the drummer. "Show us...show us," The crowd chanted until I lifted the black dress.So I exposed the Juggler’s battered posterior, now a bright mottle of. Accidentally sliding his bare hand across saying that the wash cloth slipped from his fingers. I smack his fingers and tell him that his job is just to bathe his mistress and care for her needs (non-sexual needs). He proceeds to wash my stomach and then moves to my thighs, calves and feet. He then drops the wash cloth in the tub as if he is finished. I hiss his name and tell him that he forgot the most important part and I stand up in the tub and turn to face the wall spreading my legs and. I hadn’t eaten much at all that day, aside from the odd nibble of some seaweed crackers and a few cherries. The alcohol was going straight to my head.I turned down the stereo until Gary’s voice was no more than a low, bluesy soulful croon, and turned my attention back to my closet. I had an armoire full of expensive designer labels, yet looking at it, I felt totally uninspired. I used to go to lots of events with Richard, I had genuinely enjoyed dressing up and going to his annual company. Keeping the smoke in her lungs, Lea handed the bong to Alex, whorepeated the process step-by-step. When he was done, he held it out to Jenn and shrugged his shoulders in the universal sign of “Yes... No?” Jenn took it from his hand and looked at it. At that moment, Lea exhaled and after a slight cough, said “Here sweetheart, like this.” Lea patiently helped Jenn properly hold it and guided her through the entire maneuver. As the smoke entered Jenn’s lungs, she fought the overwhelming urge to.