He jabs my belly button and my body snaps about. He touches mybare thigh, my hip, my ribcage again, each time it is like being clubbed with a sledgeha...mer. Then he is back tomy nipples, the tempting stubs of my breasts. Left, right, left, right, making me jolt and shriek, until my ownnipples are steaming and burning agony. I hang, moaning in pain, slowly swinging by my arms, my head lolling. Boyd touches the prongs to my mouth.It?s as if he hit me with a hammer. It feels like my lips have. Which brings me back to why I wrote this letter.About five years ago, when we used to go to the gym together, I was watching you workout in that skin-tight leotard. You know, the one you always wore to the gym that fit like a second skin. You were on the stair climber and I was using the bench press. I couldn't take my eyes off you. Your large breasts were swaying as you pumped the machine and your firm, shapely butt was perfection in motion.I wasn't the only one that noticed you. The guy next. Eddie, somewhat reluctantly, agreed to Donna making a move on Martin. They laughed and said what if Martin was offended and stormed off but Donna was confident of success. Eddie gave some details of how Donna weaved her web and it turns out Martin is now regularly employed on a “favours” basis in the garden. However the T&C’s of the arrangement were less than expected. Donna told Eddie that Martin thought when she approached him about her idea it was a wind up. To prove her sincerity Donna. He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the my attention, and I does not disappoint, I turnsMy head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across my lip he smiles down at me and rests the paper in his lap to pet my softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of my ody, my exposed skin cool to his touch I snuggles against him closing my book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the brother does not turn to look at the two figures on.