<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kat and Dimitri ~Torture Room</span></span><br/><br/>She heard the soft rustle of clothing and her body trembled. She knew he was moving but didn't know how. There was no way for her to know if he had stood, or simply shifted behind her. One thing she was sure of, he was still watching her, she could feel his eyes on her as surely as she would have felt a caress on her skin.<br/><br/>The he spoke and she knew he had moved. His voice was closer and it was all she could do not to whimper. This teasing revelation of her flesh to his gaze was maddening! She continued to roll the dress as he wanted, letting it fill her hands as it rose, revealing the soft line of pale flesh that was her back and stomach. Her back was smooth, the spine a sinuous curve under her skin that drew the eye down to the swell of her ass, while her belly was flat and firm but had just a touch of softness to it as well and that softness quivered, revealing her desire, as he moved around her with such a proprietary air.<br/><br/>She wanted him to touch her so badly!<br/><br/>There was no hesitation when he demanded more. She simply continued to roll the dress, lifting it higher, revealing the firm swell of her breasts bare and free, no bra enclosing their ripe firmness. Her skin was soft, pale and luminescent, it was clear she took excellent care of she skin as she did the rest of her body. Her breasts were high and firm, capped with nipple already drawn tight and their dusky color a stark contrast to the luminous skin around them.<br/><br/>If he wanted her to raise the dress any higher she would have to take it off.