I fed her small bites of bread and sips of water for a time, then placed the rest of the bread on a shelf out of her reach. I had her recite the rule... and punishments for me. The small amount of food had strengthened her a little, her voice held a little more life. “Stand, Eve.” I commanded.She stood before me, making no effort to hide her nakedness.“Feel your breasts and sex, look at yourself.” I said.She cupped her breasts briefly, and ran one hand between her legs to lightly touch her. ‘Thank you.’ Connie responded. ‘Connie, we’ve always been real with each other, right?’ I leaned toward her. ‘Of course we have. What is this all about?’ Connie asked. ‘Well, I’ve been thinking about you a lot.’ I admitted. ‘Every time we flirt, I fantasized about us having sex. I just had to tell you that, baby girl.’ ‘Don’t you think that’s strange?’ Connie blushed. ‘Hell no, you’re hot!’ I told her. ‘Maybe we should retire to my place and find out. Is that okay with you?’ ‘You are a trip. Do. She had made it pretty plain over the last couple weeks what she wanted. And it was the girl’s incredible breasts. Angel had agreed to let the older woman feel her up, knowing all along the cabbie wanted so much more. But Angel was going to play this game her way. Her ‘way’ was to play out her little fantasies that she frequently had. She had been setting up the cabbie for weeks. Giving her some sneak peeks of her body. Letting the cabbie cop a quick feel as she helped her in and out of the. I was forced to watch as my aunt released each one showing me just a little bit more of her flesh each time. She rubbed her hand down the insides of her breasts, down her flat tummy, and to the top of her skirt. She then grabbed a hold of her blouse and opened her arms up revealing her beautiful black lacy bra and slipping the blouse off of her shoulders. It also forced her breasts out like mom’s had when she threw her shoulders back too. Aunt Rita slipped her blouse off and took an incredibly.