<em>Dana and Tommy, Roadside</em><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3612454#msg3612454">Quote from: TheVillain on 10-09-2010, 11:06:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Slapping away the jacket, Tommy starts manhandling her with gusto- prying her pants off completely with an excited look on his face. He's not going to stop until all her clothes are off and she better figure that out damn quick.<br/><br/>"<strong>You always have my interest doll, just gotta surprise you some how.</strong>" he snickers. Going from prying to flat out pulling her pants and panties off of her.<br/><br/>"<strong>And you can struggle all you like, don't pretend you won't be loving ever second.</strong>"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Dana yelped as he attacked her, falling backward from her crouch as his strong hands pulled her legs straight, sliding her pants down to her ankles. "Careful!" she taunted, resting her weight on one elbow, her heels entangled in her pants as he tore them away. "I can put up a good fight, mister!" she added, wiping long dark bangs away from her wide, rich brown eyes. It was a blatant lie - Dana was a fit girl, with toned, gorgeous thighs, but Tommy practically made his living lifting weights; he could throw her around like a rag doll, and she loved it when he did.<br/>She rolled over and tugged, her heels finally popping out of her pants, her knees smeared with dirt. She felt like a little girl again, playing outside in the grass, and loved it.<br/><br/><br/><em>Emma and Raymond, Darlings' Mansion</em><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80757.msg3612613#msg3612613">Quote from: Writersblockade on 10-09-2010, 12:31:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Raymond &amp; Emma – Ray’s Bedroom<br/><br/>After a bit of wandering, Raymond found himself back in his bedroom and questioning his resolve. He knew the idea of doing what he was here to do was both exhilarating and slightly unsettling. He was a fan of women, no doubt, but trussed about in such a way…? Was that really his thing? He’d saw the woman in the cowboy hat earlier and had to admit, leather did work well with some people. The thought brought a chuckle out of him before a knock on his door broke him from his daydreaming.<br/><br/>He was about to ask who it was, then shook his head. Whoever it was had to be there for something or another and this place wasn’t his. He figured it was Trina there to let him know dinner was ready or something. Imagine his surprise as he saw a woman kneeling with a bottle of wine in a bucket. Tanned skin, and looking like she already had a snack…if she was at his door like that, then he figured someone sent her. At first he was at a bit of a loss, but soon answered the kneeling figure “Well…hi. Are you here for me?” His slight embarrassment showed, as it wasn’t everyday in even his above-normal life that he was left with a woman on his doorstep. <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes I am, Mr. Jacobs," Emma said, flashing a disarming smile. "My name is Emma; I belong to Mr. and Mrs. Darling. Mrs. Darling asked me to entertain you until the other guests arrived." Her smile broadened, and a hint of a genuine giggle infected her voice. "She didn't say<em>how</em>!" She gave him a slyly naughty look. "The house staff informed me that you have been known to enjoy a good Riesling. I brought a 1998 Alsace  dry for your sampling; may I come in?"<br/><br/><em>He is a very handsome man</em>, she thought delightedly.<em>Mistress has such good taste!</em>His embarrassment intrigued Emma, since she enjoyed naïveté in her partners; after all, Master and Mistress had taught her so much she could pass on to others.