Desiree looks up, tears gathering in her eyes "I want to be here. It's my choice" She whispers softly. She stands, walking towards JD.  "I have chosen this..." She stops, just inches from him as she tilts her head up, licking her lips softly. "....and I chose you..." She whispers, pressing her lips to his in an innocent kiss.<br/><br/>She steps back, her hands going to the fastenings of her corset. Inch by inch she reveals her soft skin to him until her chest is bare, the corset falling to the floor. Her curves had nothing to with the tight lacing of a corset. She's well made, a woman made for pleasure.<br/>Her breasts are large, firm with nipples already peaked in the cold air. Her slender waist curves into a perfect ass, shown shyly to the Marshal as she slides her skirt off.<br/><br/>Desiree stands there, naked and trembling, her hands covering her breasts as she looks down