Then she stepped forward and placed one leg, bent at the knee, upon its surface, allowing me to see the hem of the gown give way to the copper tan of her skin until it flows under the sheer lace stocking. XXX Turning back to the door, I reached for the key again, and wonder again about Miss Jasmine and the grand old fool I have been played for…
Key in the door lock, I prepared to turn it when I heard a feminine voice shouting out for me to hold on and the click-click-click-click of high heels closing as rapidly as their wearer could. My Indian Princess Jasmine was nowhere to be found. Bracing on one arm, she brought her other hand to her lips, playfully nibbling and licking the tips of the fingers; and then playfully sucking away as her eyes and smile enticed me
