”“You certainly have me wrapped.” I took a bite of the food as she couldn’t stop smiling, my hand caressing her inner thigh as...we ate. Soon we finished our meals and the beers and just sat in silence, staring.“Could I ask something?” I gave a slow reply “what is it?” I could see her get a light blush “I was hoping we could just lay on the couch a bit, watch some tv while we’re at it?” I nodded, taking her hand and leading her to. Her blush went away and she relaxed. "I specially love Beth's behind," I continued in a slow, soft tone. "Now I know yours is no less pretty. You must have been getting prettier with time. Let me flirt with you a little; every once in a while you need to feel how pretty you are, especially for a woman with your beauty. I am sure you rarely get complimented on your loveliness like you deserve. Allow me to hold your gorgeous butt as we dance."When I cupped her round ass cheeks, she made a meager. "--- "Oh, you have. For starters: are they real tattoos?"--- "Yes. They are permanent. And 'RHM' below my belly is a real brand."--- "You mean, that you burned your skin with something?"--- "With a red-hot metal brand. But I didn't do it to myself. I was branded. By my owners."--- "Who is RHM?"--- "That's off limits. So please don't ask it again. I wont answer."--- "I could have taken pictures, you know. I could blackmail you."--- "Firstly, go ahead, and take pictures. You'll have a nice. Adara was a delight, she was so eager to learn and so serious in her role as my teacher. I liked her for what she was, a smart and sweet young woman. She liked me because I never thought of her handicap as detracting from her beauty or value as a person. It was Adara who started breaking down the clothing taboos. We were sitting on my sleeping mat, she with a notebook in her lap, me sitting against the wall teaching her grammar. Suddenly my curiosity got away from me."Adara, I want to see your.