<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/1Seiyuri.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Angela (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sUficS9x7T6kj6rN5vrXNwxZMpXrmOI_1FT83lN0q8c/edit)</strong></span><br/>Name: Angela<br/>Location: Headquarters: Gymnasium<br/>Tagging: Scandal<br/><br/>As Scandal took control, vanishing the bottoms and turning to her embrace, for Angela's own hand still held her bra clasp, Angela agreed with the little lady. "Oh whatever gets this going. I'm tired of the games, for now." She hated being so blunt, but truly she was so worked up she was not coherent.<br/><br/>Angela arched into the hands, a quick inhaling as her breasts were cupped, and a biting of her lower lip as her nipples were toyed with. "Now that is more like it," she purred.<br/><br/>With her bound hand, she twisted the fingers in a trained and practiced manner. Backstage costume changes sometimes happened in the dark or in cramped time and quarters. She was still holding the ends of the bra, but her grip was all that kept those marvelous mounds covered.<br/><br/>Her skin tingled everywhere, hot and covered it coursed with electricity as it became more aware and the sensory overload heightened the experience. Then suddenly they were not covered and still electric. She sucked in wind, which bounced her globes in the hands of the magical maestrette. She knew she had not raised her hands, yet her clothing, shirt, bra, even towel were gone. She listened to the words that Scandal spoke, she would have to replay the conversation later to get any meaning other than pieces of clothing that gave wonderful images of Scandal's skin racing through her head. Skin she was going to see, and feel now.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=313342.msg15187747#msg15187747">Quote from: Callie Del Noire on 02-12-2019, 04:22:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Ta-da. At no time did I unbutton or unclasp anything.”  She said as she winked as she gestured to the massage bench. “Want to help me undress or would you want to pull off my bra?”<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Angela bent her knees, slowly lowering her face to be eye-to-eye, then eye to chin, finally she took the tiny piece of fabric suspended between Scandal's breasts within her teeth, and with a flourish of her own, released the two ends of the bra from her own grip, and stepped back pulling the bra from the magician with her own form of undressing magic. Dropping the garment into her hand to toss onto the bench in the corner, Angela stalked forward. Right up to and brushing very suggestively allowed her trailing arm to caress along the beauty's back, ribs and belly as she steps past. Straddling the massage table as formerly demonstrated, her own ass prominently displayed though still covered by her workout tights.<br/><br/>Nervous as she was, Angela had chosen a worldly and aggressive role and would live up to it, though she could only convince her body to act, her mind could not come up with the script, so she was silent. Her body saying so much more than her mouth.