He pointed to runway which extended far out into the circle of eager men. “Go ahead and do you best little slave girl. I’m sure you won’t disapp...int them.”Sue forced herself to walk to near the end of the runway to the spot marked where she should start her routine. She stared out into the audience as the music started with a slow throbbing beat, but the lights blinded her so that she couldn’t see a thing. She stood motionless, unsure if she was going to get sick and could she actually. He could feel her young body pressed against him.Trying his best not to get aroused or turned on but this wasn't easy as she felt so dam good. He can't be sure but he's sure he felt Sarah pushing her body against him. Her small barely developing boobs pressed against him was heaven. His hands now resting in the middle of her back. Taking a risk by pushing her jumper up to feel her bare skin her soft smooth skin on her back her lower back.''hmmmm that feels nice'' Sarah whispered into his. ‘All this,’ he said, gesturing again to the scene before them. ‘The whole thing: the park, the snow, the bridge and the river, the streetlights going on, us together in the middle of it. I want to give it to you, to be yours forever.’ He spoke as if he were talking to the world, not to her. ‘Jack—’ ‘You don’t think I can, do you?’ he asked. ‘But why not?’ She sighed and was about to speak, but he held up his hand. ‘No,’ he said. ‘I know what you’re thinking. You’re going to tell me that you’ll. The entire week she shocked me when she dressed in the morning. Wednesday was out relax day. I was sitting outside enjoying my coffee and Stacy walked out her hair and makeup done . She was only wearing a tight tank top belly shirt, I could see her hard puffy nipples right through it. She had on light pink almost see through cotton pajama pants on , the waist folded down right above her pubic area. With the top of her ass crack showing. Her pubic hair was gone. It looks so soft. The head of her.