"Come into my space"
the long slit up the leg of my red gown proclaimed.
"This space too"
declared the ample window to my semi-ample boobs.
"I am easy prey"
every click of my scarlet stilettos maintained.
"Make your mark on me"
whispered the crimson lipstick I planted on his cheek.
"I am not at liberty"
the zipper of his suit pants growled up at me.
"But a servant does not stall"
hissed the soles of his shoes on the concrete walk.
"You deserve your service now"
the quick shifting of my panties announced.
"After this, then the one at church"
murmured his suit jacket against my skirt.