<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she hammers home the loaded words ... the next level of what each means ... my inside responds ... can my nipples get any harder? ... they're cramping like my calf! ... and it feels great …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sweet ... little ... cunt ... oooh ... and we begin the next act …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she changes the lighting ... tells why ... yes, I had noted that ... some nights in Vegas I would do that for the circling tourist helicopters as though oblivious to their presence …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and having explained, her direction is obvious ... her feet return to her and I am free to relieve the hideous spasm in my calf ... using the coffee table for balance, I awkwardly stand on my good leg  ... and then carefully put weight on the cramping leg ... carefully consider her instruction ... posing, naked as the day you were born ... and to be at the window to do so …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… lean forward to stretch out my calf, aware of how that may look ridiculous but even walking will be a disaster if I don't ... when the cramp subsides to a dull ache, stand and walk carefully the ten paces to the window ... careful to take short steps and place one foot before the other as I was taught to walk in heels for the first time ... and to sway my hips too ... my heels click on the wood floor ... as I approach the window, I see what she was saying ... yes, only perhaps four floors up from the ground ... fortunately, her balcony may keep prying eyes from seeing me ... stop as close to the window as I can and still undress as she bade me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… reach behind my neck and unbutton the three round pearl buttons at the back of the ruffled collar ... then the top several flat buttons down the back ... then the round pearl buttons at each wrist ... reach behind my back and release the remaining flat buttons, pulling the bottom hem from my skirt to get the last one ... then pull the blouse off my arm ... slowly so my breasts may come into view slowly to anyone who is watching ... Mistress will note that I have no tan line where a top might have interfered ... the other arm is bare ... drop the blouse to my waist and tug it out of my skirt in front ... then hold it out to my side and let it float to the floor ... my nipples appreciate their freedom by swelling a little ... wonder what Mistress will do to these little lovelies? ... reuse the piercings? ... suction them? ... paint them with cinnamon lip plumper? ... all will be a surprise! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… behind me, find the button and zipper for the skirt ... hold it at one side as it drops ... then lean over and let it float to myu ankles ... step out of it first with my bad leg ... wince slightly as I put all my weight on that to step all the way out ... the skirt too floats to the floor on top of the blouse …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… shoes or garter next? ... awkward ... put one foot up on the little sill at the bottom of the window ... reach down to unclasp the garter from the stocking in front ... then reach around my leg to undo the back strap ... aware of how this exposes my smooth pussy to any looking in the window ... switch legs and undo the other straps ... then reach behind and unclasp the belt ... this drops atop the skirt …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… decide the shoes and stockings will go together, one at a time ... rest one hand on the frame between the window ... and sink as seductively as I can manage to one knee ... roll the stocking down my thigh ... over my knee, and puddle it at my ankle ... undo the two buckles at my ankle, then with one hand again on the window frame, lift that foot to remove the shoe and stocking together ... stocking joins the growing puddle of clothing ... the shoe is set next to it ... holding the frame again, switch the leg I'm kneel on ... and remove the other shoe and stocking ... those are placed neatly and now it is time to stand ... holding the fram lightly, I rise to stand before the window in all my naked glory …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… pose, Mistress said ... the scent rises from between my thighs ... hands come to the side of my neck and slide around to clasp behind my neck and under my hair ... elbows back to lift my breasts ... legs slightly apart ... one foot on the low ledge ... turn slightly to reveal myself to the imagined watchers ... switch legs so I'm now standing on my good leg ... and hold the pose ... Mistress may now judge me …</em></span></span><br/>