My legs felt like jello, as I made my way upstairs to my bathroom. After taking a hot shower, I made my way down the hall to Kesha's bedroom.When I kn...cked, she said "Come in, birthday boy" When I opened her door, I saw Kesha laid out on her bed wearing some very revealing sexy red lingerie. Complete with matching stockings and garter belts. "Wow Kesha, you look amazing!" I say as I lay down next to her. She smelled good too. So when I leaned in to catch a whiff of her scent, she moved over and. “My full name is Nicosia Monique Moore. Greece meets France, do not pass Italy, do not pass Go.”“So you’re really, ‘Nicky Nicky Moore, ‘“ Stacy giggled.“Hey, we all can’t be ‘Stacy Renee, ‘ can we?” Nicky said, more than a little defensively.This was not off to a good start. Time for damage control already.“That is an enchanting, wonderful name,” I said. “I look forward to repeating aloud in the future.”“Not necessary,” she said. “I’ve been Nicky since the cradle, I’m pretty sure.”“What. Andmost importantly, was his upbringing, his grandmother aka big momma, godrest her soul. When he was a kid she beat his ass for stealing a pack ofgum. It there was such a thing of ghosts, the last thing he wanted washer coming after him for that."Your work or you fucking starve," sighed Jackson softly as he closedthe case. "Big Momma says she don't raise no damn thieves"Walking up the stairs he hoped the house had some hot water, he couldreally use a shower. Maybe it would make him feel better. I noticed that her breathing was deeper, her bosom heaving a little unnaturally in her gown. She touched my bare shoulders, my thighs and ran her hands over my silk bloomers and deliciously between my legs to open the silk and touch my core. She turned me to face the iron bedstead and using the straps I had seen fastened me quite securely to it at wrist and ankle. Once satisfied I was in no position to escape she sat on the bed in front of me, her clothes arranged perfectly around her. I could.