Priscilla tossed her lavender and gray silk gloves on the bed, slipped out of her black pumps, and stripped off her matching crab-shell bra and panties. She stood before the mirror in a pair of small boy shorts with a hot pink egg beater bra, looking at herself as she thought about the party tonight. The little blue silk ribbons promised to be soft between her legs and tickly against her clitoris. She could already feel her body flushing a lovely rosy color, growing wetter just thinking about it. After leaning over to put on a lace garter belt, Priscilla allowed her mind to wander back to the last time she'd been here in the city with Callahan...