The Dressmaker's Panties
Confidently, and very casually the door closes behind her. Smart, sexy girl draped around her pretty, scarred fingers.Each one pricked and bled a thousand times, Eager for another momentary dash of bright, surly pain – another drop of scarlet Red. Ignoring their taskmaster, wandering far instead, her fingers roam the demure, soft and tender, subordinate body at her appointment, her direction. She unlaces her Apprentice –...