Leesa's Advent
proved she was a natural redhead.
“Stockings, too,” Weber said.
Sheila sat on the bed and pulled off her nylons and garters. Naked, she looked up at him, awaiting his next command.
He stepped toward her, stopping three feet from the bed. “On your knees,” he ordered.
Sheila knelt in front of him, knowing the game. Looking up, she ran her tongue over her plump red lips. Her fingers went to his belt, but then halted. Only when Weber nodded did she undo the buckle.
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