Suzy squirms to get her feet on the floor, and stands up, immediately feeling a wrenching loss of energy as she loses physical contact.  She inhales deeply, mustering her focus, knowing she will not be parted from her lovers for long.  She pulls Dominic’s shoes off and sets them neatly side by side on the floor, then with an almost demure smile, tugs his pants down and off.  They are laid over the back of a chair, quite neatly.  His socks fare less well though, as Suzy giggles and tugs them off in sharp pulls, then throws them off to decorate a lush fern in a shadowy corner.<br/><br/>She stands tall, quite close to the daybed holding her two precious ones.  Glancing down, she looks amused.  So he is a boxers man, though those boxers have had a definite entrance breach, their folded bit of cloth shoved apart to allow the thick, hard shaft of Dominic’s manhood to stand proud and aching.  Suzy will make that cloth confinement a moot point in a moment, but first, something more important has come to light.  Her dearest Jezebel has spoken her need, quietly requesting to be touched - and it sends a thrill though Suzy’s body.  Desire is always an overwhelming need in these two women... but desire vocalized becomes a thick, liquid-like aphrodisiac to Suzy, who loves it when her lovers speak, or moan, or cry out with pleasure.  Simply put, she loves the sounds of passion, all of them.<br/><br/>She whispers, even as she slowly kneels down beside the daybed, her eyes lighting up with the sexual energy as she again moves in close.  She strokes Dominic’s bare leg, and whispers urgently.  “Touch her, darling man.  If you don’t, I will.  In fact, if you do, I just might anyway.”