Cassandra swallowed hard at the sight of Blaze’s taut, toned body in the midst of calisthenics.  She pressed through the door and hit the button too close it.  She froze, blue eyes ran from legs, too abs, through breasts, too collar, and up too face.  Her nipples hardened in her sports bra too the point where they began too shape her pink shirt.  Cassandra was torn between demanding that the girl remove her illegal psionic influence and succumbing too the vampire lesbian’s spell fully knowing it would  make a damned soul of her.<br/>What she did made eminently more sense than either, and Cassandra found it quite a bit more satisfying.  She knelt at Blaze’s feet and steadied them so she could work her calisthenics faster without loosing her position.  “What’s your count?” she asked, finding the thought that the redhead might accept her as a workout partner just as seductive as her playfully aggressive touches—and quite a bit more intimate.<br/>