While he was thinking his way through this, the lights went off. At first he thought the show was over, but quickly his eyes adjusted to the fact that the candle had been lit, casting a flickering orange glow over the room and throwing grotesquely elongated shadows from the mask. She pulled back the sheets and lay down on the bed-- without pulling the sheets up. Her head was out of view, but he had a complete view of her body. She was big, but pleasingly curvaceous in her own way. The satin peach nightgown sloped over statuesque breasts, two pyramids rising from the desert; her belly curved more gently, other curves like love handles occasionally showing themselves as she shifted around. Her thighs were sturdy, thick, yet her legs were still long and shapely in their own way. Her hands-- .....