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They walked together toward a large storefront about half-way down the block. Creighton opened the door and like before, stepped aside to allow her to enter first. Sandra looked around and smiled. There were large portraits of children, families and individual men and women decorating the walls. A small wooden desk sat near a thick black drape.“Very nice work,” she said as she inspected the pictures.“You like them?” he asked, and she nodded. “These are my brother’s kids,” he said pointing at the portrait of three children, two young girls and a boy. The youngest girl looked to be about two and had short dark blonde hair as did her brother who looked to be the eldest, around five or six perhaps. The older girl, she guessed to be around four, had dark-brown hair that curled in ringlets around her neck. Each had the same dark-blue eyes as Creighton and smiled cheerfully from a bench in front of a garden setting.“This is my brother Derek and his wife Kristin,” Creighton said, pointing
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“No,” she nearly shouted. “I can’t do this without you.” Creighton chuckled, kissing her cheek.“Go change. I want you in the violet outfit first, with the stockings and sandals.” He kissed her lips briefly, before turning her toward the closed door and patting her bottom.Sandra stepped through the door behind the camera and set the bags down. The room was not very large, but sufficient with a long vanity and lighted mirror for makeup application, a settee for comfort and several coat hooks to hang clothes on. The walls were encased in mirrors, so she could examine their reflection from every angle.She pulled the items out of the bags and hung them on the hooks. There was a black and red silk teddy, a pale pink negligee and robe, two pairs of thigh-high hose, one dark and the other a suntan, and two lacy garters, one sky blue the other a bright sunflower yellow. There was a bra and panty set of see-through beige and lace, a pair of clear high-heeled sandals with crystal straps, and
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Sandra glanced to Creighton who had been sitting on the chaise watching her pose, one long leg crossed over the other, his arm on the back of the lounge, a wicked smile across his full lips that warned her he was nearing the end of his patience. The last outfit was the pale pink negligee and robe, which she put on quickly, opting out of wearing hose and slipped her feet back into the sandals. She touched up her makeup slightly, blotting off the shine across her nose, chin and forehead. She walked back into the studio to find Creighton reclining on the elegant bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned against the headboard, a stack of grey and blue pillows behind him. He smiled at her, reached up and took her hand, pulling her onto the bed. “This is the last set,” he told her in a husky tone. “I’m having a hell of a time keeping myself under control, especially since Chang wants us to use this bed. I keep thinking about how much I want you undressed and sprawled o
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“When I was younger, we had a chair in the parlor that all the kids fought to sit in,” Creighton explained sometime later as they strolled back to the hotel. “It was a big wingback, thick cushions and very comfortable. Every time I would sit in it, Andrew would pull me out and tell me it wasn’t mine. It didn’t have my initials on it.”“And now I have your initials on me.”“That means you belong to me.” Creighton smiled brightly, wrapping her hand in his.It was a little past five o’clock, and Sandra found herself wishing they didn’t have to meet up with Aryana and Daniel. She wanted to spend the rest of the day in Creighton’s arms, in the privacy of their hotel suite. She had less than a week left before she had to go home, and she didn’t want to waste time with a spoiled brat or her father.“Are we really going to eat in the Eiffel Tower?” she asked, remembering he had made reservations for them.“Yes. The restaurant is on the first floor of the tower,” Creighton told her as they re
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Creighton continued his slow torture until she felt certain she would lose her mind. Just as she was about to beg for mercy he stopped and stood up, pressing the tip of his hard, swollen penis against her. With deliberate slowness, he pushed against her until he was sheathed inside her hot, wet, pulsating body. Creighton smiled down into her green eyes and began to move, easing out of her carefully inch by inch then back in again, equally as slow.“Out of everything we’ve done,” he said softly. “This has to be my favorite. You, spread out to whet my appetite, watching your beautiful body laid out like a buffet for my benefit. It’s like Christmas. What could be better?” Sandra moaned as he picked up speed and began to slam into her, until the familiar dizzy sensation overtook her again and she closed her eyes. The heat increased, and the passion built as she felt him grow harder within her tight body. Her muscles began to clutch around him, tipping her into the depths of release as sh
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“I’m Daniel Keane,” he said. “This crazy girl hanging off Mr. Ashford is my wife, Aryana.” “This is my fiancée, Sandra Dennis,” Creighton said dislodging the young girl from his neck. Aryana turned and looked at Sandra, eyes wide and mouth open. “Hello,” Sandra said to her, reaching her hand toward the girl who took it in stunned silence. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen her speechless,” Daniel chuckled, his tone thick with an Irish accent. “Are you ready to get some supper?” Creighton asked, wrapping his arm around Sandra’s waist as Daniel followed suit, pulling his wife out of her sudden stupor. “Crey, I can’t believe you are getting married,” she said suddenly, her own tone identifying her Italian heritage. “This is fantastico. I never thought you would get serious, always the celibe.” Daniel led the four of them toward the restaurant as Sandra turned to Creighton. “Celibe?” “Bachelor,” he smiled. “Oh, I thought she was calling you celibate.” He laughed at her conf
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“She seems like a nice girl,” Sandra said after a few silent moments.“She’s a little nit,” he growled. “She’s in need of a good spanking.”“Not by you, I hope?” she asked and smiled when he turned a shocked, angry eye to her. He relaxed when he saw the amusement pass through her eyes and slid his arm around her waist. The lift was empty except for the two of them, allowing them to speak freely.“The only woman I plan on spanking is you,” he told her, pulling her to face him, his hands caressing her buttocks as his lips found hers. The lift arrived at their destination all too soon for their taste, and the doors opened onto the evening’s cool breeze.Sandra followed Creighton out onto the observation deck of the metal monster’s third floor, and gasped as they walked toward the railing. The sights were spectacular. She could see the entire city from here, the lights of the night twinkled below them, the shimmer of the moon as it reflected off the Seine was breathtaking.“Give me your c
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She placed the necklace, bracelet and earrings on the dresser and removed her iPod from the drawer where she stored her panties, shuffling through the playlists. Taking the small device back into the living area with her, she smiled at the sight of her future husband pouring the hot coffee into two matching white teacups, his feet bare and the tie around his neck absent.“You look stunning,” he told her, carrying the cups to the table where they had just made love a few hours before. “What exactly do you have on under that thing?”“That is something you’ll have to find out for yourself,” she answered with a giggle, turning on the music.“Are you going to dance for me?” he asked with a wide grin.“No, I thought we could dance together.” Creighton looked crestfallen for a moment and she laughed, but he took her in his arms and slowly moved her around the living room floor. The soft sounds of the Broadway love songs filled the room and she soon found herself the recipient of an urgent,
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