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As I walk around Storm, in my black suit, I make my command. “Remove your cloak.”

Storm says nothing as she removes her cloak, and tosses it onto a chair. It is now just her in heels, the cute black dress, and the choker around her neck.

Storm holds her ground, and she looks hot in her black satin dress. Too hot!

I study the outline of her butt, and breasts. Also her nipples, that are becoming more visible and obvious. Her eyes are on me, and her energy is cold. Her eyes laser-like.

Storm knocks back her whiskey, and she lifts that sexy chin and those sinful lips. “Want me to spread them?”

“Do you really need to ask?” I say raising the sword.

Storm swivels one foot in her high heels, and now her legs are apart another foot. “Enough?” she asks. She is now biting her lip, she is doing it without realizing it.

God help me.

I’m already hard, and these games with her, are getting way out of hand.Weare getting way out of hand. Even if I like it, I’m somewhere between heaven and hell.

I walk around the playful vixen like a school teacher, and I examine every inch of her. Finally, I pause slightly behind her tight butt, and I lift her black dress with my long silver blade. I pause for drama, and I lift the fabric higher and higher, exposing her thigh.

I can now see her entire leg, from her toes, right up to just below her butt. A butt I want to be inside.

As I pause, I watch her chest rise and fall. My hard cock grows another two inches, unseen.

I lift the cold sharp steel, and the tip runs up her butt. I reveal her perfect tight butt, and I groan inside.

She is still looking ahead and over NYC through the one-way glass. I can see her breathing is heavy, and labored. I lift the dress further, and I can see she is wearing a fine black thong.

A gorgeous black lacy thong.

“Get your thrill?”

I clear my throat, I don’t like it. “Not acceptable.”

“What kind of panties would you have me wear… Sir?”

I am slow in replying, because it’s hard. “The boring sensible type,” I say. “The white cotton ones.” I walk around her, and ourfaces are now inches apart. Storm lifts her chin defiantly, and I can see her nipples pebbling more.

“You don’t want the panties you held while they were still warm? And fresh off me?”

Screw her!

How can she, of all people, know how to push all my buttons?

Before I can reply, she swats away the sword blade, and she struts quickly. My God she is really going to do it. A minute later she walks back, and she stops in front of me.

She offers the soft white cotton panty type to my sword hand, and I take them in the leather glove. I rub the tips of my fingers on them, and they are soft. Almost as soft, as I imagine the inside of her.

She puts a hand on my shoulder to not fall, and she, and her lips are a single inch from my face. She pulls the black thong down, from between her legs, and she hands it to me.

I use the sword blade to accept the thong, and I keep the black panties on the tip of the blade.

Storm plucks the plain white knickers from my gloved hand.

She turns them around, taking her time, and she lines them up, while staring me out. The tease then pulls the white cotton panties on, and she slides them up and over her tight unused pussy and butt.

My heart pounds, and I have stopped breathing.

As she leans towards my face, she quickly closes my mouth, with two fingers.