My dearest sweetest Ghetto Mistress, I implore you to forgive the wicked erotic musings of my vile tortured self. I am repeatedly visited by a demon bringing visions of your goodly self in a state of immodest nakedness begging me to join with you in a series of the most depraved acts that only the most wanton mind could imagine.
I stood in front of him in just my underwear and stilettos. I turned around slowly, so he could admire my semi naked body. I held his gaze whilst running my hands up and down the sides of my body. Barry breathed deeply and tried to resist the urge to reach out and stroke me. ‘Wow, you have been practising