Ellen smiled, eyes drifting over his body. She removed her coat button by botton, slipping it off her shoulders to reveal stockings and a matching pair of black lace thong and bra. Kneeling, sliding her legs out to the sides so her pussy all but touched the floor, she watched him. Reaching out with her hand, she scraped her nails lightly down his bare chest. "What is it you want, Wes? Tell me."