<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Mitchell<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Titan<br/><strong>Job Role: </strong>Villain<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Walking to the dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Harriet, (Open)<br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2018/02/shemar-moore.jpg?w=446&amp;h=299&amp;crop=1)</div><br/><br/>"I can believe that for sure.  But how did you know you could get it off after you put it on?"  He asked as he moved behind her and moved his fingers along her neck and spine, his touch more than inviting, he moved his fingers over her buttocks and around her hips and waist.<br/><br/>"It does feel nice and smooth, that is for sure."  Leaving out whether he was talking about her or the suit.  "So I will see you in all of your glory tonight?  Who could turn down such an offer?"  He said licking his lips, a light smile threatening his cheeks.