<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><em><strong>Name:Margo St. Claire</strong> <strong>Location: Spaldings Residence, Master Bedroom</strong> <strong>Tags:</strong>Reese</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/24c9ce5270fb74fe0572748e9def1c46/tumblr_o5ho4vd03o1rcrc2qo5_400.jpg)</div><br/>The dinner was a perfect plan...Or so I had thought, it was a chance to sit down and visit with my sister who I hadn't seen since my marriage 5 or so years ago and even more so to see the kids, but right from the start, the picking of the restaurant...Fish of all places...how....quiant. The tension was thick, so thick that anyone could have sensed it, and it only became thicker as conversation skirted sexual topics and tip-toed around anything untoward. I had found myself close to Reese and for an odd moment couldn't help slipping off my shoe and slowly, sensually skirting my foot up and down his calf. The gleam of slight wickedness alight in my eye.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I don't know."</em></strong><br/><br/>The words brought me back to this moment where cat was pursued by mouse and I held my breath as the footsteps almost silent on the carpet brought you closer to my bent frame. "You don't?...."My breath hitched at the pressure of your hands the warmth of them coming through the thin silk of my dress and I closed my eyes for a moment snaking my tongue out to lick at my lips. My fingers slip from the zipper and lay flat on top of the suitcase. "I suppose it is rather nice." I say bending my fingers and digging my nails into the fabric of the luggage my knee still lifted leg within view. I turn my head to gaze at you, my honey eyes flash with something not entirely innocent and lick my lips again a slow sensual movement.<br/><br/>"I seem to be struggling with two problems....My suitcase which won't close for me.....and...."I stop just pausing to gauge your reactions. "Or this pesky problem of being so horny my cunt is weeping..."The red light flashed on my computer the webcam was up and we were now being recorded, if this didn't pan out my assistant would shut it down, but for some reason I knew it would work.<br/><br/>"So I ask again...What are you going to help me with?"