She hadn't freaked out on me yet, so I pushed the envelope."Can you lower the part where it fastens?" I asked, hopefully."You want cleavage?" she aske..., arching that eyebrow again."Desperately," I admitted, just telling the truth.She laughed. "At least you're honest."She tugged at the fold and for a second I thought the whole towel was going to drop."Ooops!"she squealed, catching it and ruining my day. "We wouldn't want that, now."She knew exactly what I wanted, and I about crapped when she. “Mr. Orland. please… don’t do… “Again, I couldn’t get the words out. He kissed me. A very deep tongue kiss as he rubbed his finger passed my panties and into my warm pussy lips. He begins to rub me into a moist opening that he knows is the feminine sign for “Welcome”. He got to me. Next thing I know my dress is off. I am fully naked. Mr. Orland is naked from the waist down. His pants are off and he is on top of me. Part of me wanted to fight him off. The other part of me really wanted to be his. "I wouldn't doubt it," I confirmed."Would you hate me?" she asked. "If I let him, I mean?" I think it would be terribly rude to refuse him, don't you?" I replied. "I mean, he's done so much to get you ready. Do you really want to refuse him?" Oh, no. Oh, Baby! I want him to. But, I want you to love me. Oh, Baby!" she wailed."What does it feel like, hon?" I asked."Oh, baby, it feels so good. It's like this wet, warm, worm-like thing just wiggling around down there, making me all jittery and,. Releasing her for a moment, I reached over her, grabbed her other arm and placed her remaining hand on the glass as well.Then I placed my foot between hers and roughly shoved her legs apart. She gasped again as I did so but remained in position, whimpering slightly: bent from the waist, nose and palms pressed to the window looking out over the square, naked breasts hanging down, back arched, legs spread and ass raised. The bottom of the marker, which was still lodged in her pussy, protruded.