Inside the house with the white picket fence, and the perfectly trimmed green grass, on the second floor, behind a locked bathroom door, the sounds of...light humming could heard. She stood there naked, in all her glory. Not a care in the world as she looked herself over in the mirror over the white, porcelain sink. Bare feet placed firmly on the peach, shag rug as she turned and bent over the bathtub, fingers lacing about the knobs of the faucet. Warm water filled the bathtub as she delicately. Then one day last week, Carmen probably unknowingly was showing me far more than I'd ever seen before. She had on a button-up blouse and it was obviously too small for Carmen. As I sat at a table near her, the blouse was gaping just between the buttons where her bra came across her chest. And, there clearly for me to see was the front closure of her bra. Ahhhhhhhhh, yes, Carmen, you fucking hottie -- wearing not only the sexy demi-bras but picking the kind that have that single clasp in front. I was thesame way MY first time, like nervous and all." Amanda had my pants off in a single, deft motion."Now, now, I want to see ALL of you. Shirt too." "It goes when that G-string does." "Well... okay." Amanda managed to turn the removal of her barely-there panties into a erotic event that would do a stripper proud, exhibiting her well-formed derriere framed for inspection, grinding her hips, bending, turning, flashing and fingKimg herself, finally laying down and sliding them up her long. It really pleased her when David allowed her to do this little chore. It wasn't a chore to her, it was a gift to be allowed to do this for her protector.Once the kitchen was all squared away, they walked the short distance to the barn. It was now late autumn, and as they walked, Sharon realized that it was the first time she had been outside in three or four months. She began to cry, remembering that at one point after her capture she was certain that she was never going to see daylight.