..I'm hesitant, but slowly I free my shirt from my denim shorts. That was easy, now I feel myself getting physically aroused as I raise the shirt even...higher -- over my stomach, my breasts. I raise my arms to bring the shirt over my shoulders and my head. I know my bare breasts are almost flat as I stretch my upper torso, freeing it from the shirt. I can't believe it...it's off. Holding my shirt in front of me, I look around and make sure that I am indeed alone.Looking around myself, again and. As he started to talk about something else, he suddenly hushed and kissed me. Deeply and passionately the kiss went on for a long time. He pulled his shorts off and my scarf wrapped dress just fell away. He placed his hands on my breasts and began to caress them. My nipples grew hard. He pinched at them and I immediately moaned in pleasure. My hand wandered into his shorts and his cock was hard and strong. There was a smile on his face that would light up St. Louis. He whispered, “I want to. I don’t open the envelope until I get home. Within are pictures of my next-door neighbor in various stages of undress. Most have him stripping out of either a business suit or t-shirt and jeans. The very last photo was of him unbuttoning a button of a clown suit. This button was right over the all-man tenting in the lower half of the outfit. ‘Hardy-har-har.’ I mutter. Yet, something about the picture bothers me. I drag my eyes from the suggestive look on my neighbor’s face to examine the other. Kim and Cecilia had emphasized the extent to which all Danubians (especially men) were totally paranoid at the thought of having their bodies being touched by someone of the same sex. It was a taboo with a severity particular to Danubian culture. Maria Elena was about to witness something worse than a simple touching, because the two servants would be forced to perform a homosexual act in front of a room full of other people, fellow servants, several guards, three members of the country’s.