I felt comfortable being nude, I loved it, and as I grew, and developed, my curves excited me more than the men I willingly exposed myself to, by the ...ender age of ten, I knew the effect I was having on the weaker men, and I thrilled at the sense of power I held over them.The only problem my indulgence had, was I became sexually aware, and the emptiness I felt deep within, needed attention, I was sexually arousing myself, sometimes more than the men I was teasing, and the inevitability was I. I closed the door. ‘Who is Frances?’ Jen’s face was a picture of astonishment. ‘Why?’ ‘Never mind why for now, who is she?’ I must have been a bit harsh because she looked hurt. ‘If you must know she’s my ex. She and I split up about two years ago. She used to work for Lauren.’ ‘Do you still see her, talk to her?’ ‘Of course. We’re still friends. What’s this about?’ ‘Fuck,’ said Frank. I called Angie. ‘Frances,’ she said, ‘is the source.’ I kept Angie on the line and repeated her words to Frank. Tam. Jane had gone crazy and climaxed in a screaming, thrashing seizure of thrilling pleasure.But, for whatever reason, Dawn's feet were not Jane's. They were shapely enough, but Dawn was apparently more of a tomboy than Jane, and her feet were crusted with calluses here and there, some of her toenails split, her shins nicked and scarred with keloids, the evidence of a reckless youth. Still, there were delectable smooth patches of lovely black skin to kiss, and her instep was especially. Look, you guys know how The Program works. I reserve actual sex for Mike, since Wednesday, but I've had other hands on my pussy this week. He's had other hands on his dick. That's fine. This week makes you horny, that's a fact, and we have no classes together. If he wasn't here, Frankie, you could talk me into a double hand-job without much of a problem. And, I'll tell you, if I were on this team in this shower and didn't have a boyfriend, I'd probably become your community-property chick with.