George's sense of drama was obviously in full flow, and the reveal was worth every minute. Beth laughed as he called Vicki's rosy tipped luscious breasts 'The Twins,' her own breasts tightening even more in their snug cups, at the lovely sight.<br/><br/>Now that Vicki's bare torso, along with Fred's thighs and beautiful cock, were on display Beth thought she really did have the best view.  Both of them were aroused, obviously so, and it reassured her that they were as turned on as she was. Most of her worries seemed to be drifting away as the evening drew on, she sipped her wine and twisted slightly to watch George.  Could she set aside all the past?  He dealt the cards and kept up a light patter of mostly nonsense, so at ease and so much the bon viveur. From the moment she stepped over the threshold she had got the impression he really had no idea what he had done to her.  Could he really have been that unknowing?  She frowned slightly, reaching back into her memories, which seemed to have softened and not feel so full of anger or pain, so perhaps things had changed, could change....<br/><br/>The cards called, and needed to be played, and as she plucked another bundle of light sushi and savored the pattern of tastes it contained Beth decided that no matter what happened with George she needed to talk to the man who mattered most in this, her Father.  Time to step up and face him...... to finally leave it all behind. Seeing George again had made her realise just how much she needed to find a little peace, and just how much she had bottled up inside.<br/><br/>She sighed, feeling yet another knot inside her unravel and the past fade back where it belonged. Watching George take of his shirt, she laughed "About time you had to take something more revealing off George, I'm not surprised you feel a little over dressed."  She stood, as his shirt slipped of his hands, looking down for a moment at the urgent need tenting his trousers, "Looks like something would like to get undressed even more than you," she teased as she slowly pulled down on the black silk ribbon end, and then the other, to undo the bow at the top of her basque.<br/><br/>She enjoyed slowly pulling on each crossover of the ribbons, slowly easing and parting the front of the black lace that encased her.  George may have the razzle but maybe she could heat up the blood even more by slowing down the tempo rather than speeding it up.  "It feels like we should have some bump and grind playing don't you think?" she grinned as she swayed her hips in a slow figures of eight, loosening the waist so she could soon ease the basque down and off completely, "Three performers up all at one too, I hope you're enjoying the show Fred."