Pavel closed his eyes when Liz stepped away from him, taking her stocking and gowns into the other room. He was always half hard around his love, it was a condition he was used to. But he had to concentrate to make sure his body remained just that...only half hard. Once he was certain he had himself under control, he reached back to collect a pair of black trousers to go with his coat. Stepping into the room, he tossed the outfit on the large bed....sliding the trousers over his hips. Carefully, he fastened the buttons, not wanting to catch any skin. He paused, standing there shirtless watching his love pull the silk stockings up her long, lucious legs.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, he shook himself like a wolf hound after crawling out of the river. Slowly, he began to put on his waistcoat, not taking his eyes off of his wife while she dressed.