<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Carly</span></em></strong><br/><br/>A little out of breath from the rapid ascent of the stairs and the much too brief, but intense intermission half way up, Carly followed Peter closely.  The memory of his hands on her body through the material sent a burning need to feel them without the intruding silk.  The look on his face and the quick divesting of his coat had her shivering in anticipation, her eyes bright as she watched him disrobe.  Not normally into rough and tumble, something about Peter just screamed at her.  Anything he wanted, he was going to have regardless and that suited Carly just fine.<br/><br/>"Now then, my little fairy... Prepare to be pillaged."<br/><br/>Stepping out of her strappy heals, the cold stone of the floor caused her toes to curl a little sending slight shivers through her.  Carefully reaching behind her back with both hands, her ample breasts forced to the fore front as she tried and found her trembling hands quite incapable of working the little catch to remove the large fluttery wings.<br/><br/>Tugging lightly a little frustrated, one of her glittering butterfly clips in her hair dropped to the floor with a plink, her gleaming black locks tumbling down around her shoulders.<br/><br/><br/>