He could easily slip it over my slim body along with my skirt and completely expose me.I must have made a sound expressing my realization because he c...uckled and slowly pulled my shirt down to my stomach to reveal my perfectly round C cup breasts. He admired them for a minute before he continued and slipped off both my shirt and skirt. He set them down nicely on my dresser before going to sit in a near by chair. I looked over at him, a bit confused. That's when the shape of my father came into. She neither refused nor acknowledged my touch, nor did she thank or even look at me. I took my plate and sat on a low round bench, making casual conversation with a young couple who were near me, and a few minutes later I watched the lady with long hair as she sat down across from me, about two metres away, directly opposite. She had aroused my curiosity but I was enjoying my conversation so it was a only a few minutes later that I looked up again. At this point, a couple of years later, I have. Saul sighs and lets me go but not before letting his hands linger on my face as he takes on last kiss."Unpack?" He looks doubtful at the idea."Sure, You are home, you get to unpack." I say in a chipper tone ... We spend the afternoon talking and packing and unpacking. Repacking. Saul wants me to have the herbs even though I keep telling him I have no idea how to use most of them. He admires the new clothes that Godiva made for me. As we are close to the evening meal there is a knock on the. You do the same with my other wrist. I am now against the wall with my hands tied to the light fittings unable to move. You tear my shirt from my body and begin to kiss my chest, running your tongue on my chest then you take my nipple between your teeth and bite it, teasing it with your tongue then the other nipple, sucking on it. You run one hand down to my trouser leg and begin to rub the bulge underneath the fabric, gently but very firm. You kiss me slowly at first but then in a more.