“You may have the willpower to resist grease and sugar, but most people your age don’t. And I think you know that.”Becky turned back to Henry an... slammed her list down on the kitchen table, and then she turned back to me. “Can I get my t-shirt and shorts now?” she asked.“We can,” I said, fixing Henry with an icy gaze. “As long as everything’s in order here,” I said.Henry looked down sheepishly as I led Becky back to my office. As the wet grass squeaked under our feet, I turned to Becky. “Becky. I hesitate, contemplate… am startled when I hear him say, ‘You might as well obey because either way, I will win.’ I decide to give in. My body is the focus of his attention once again. He grazes his bare chest over mine before the moist heat of his mouth finds my nipple, swirls his tongue and suckles, then gives the same attention to the other one. He cups my breasts in the palms of his hands and I arch my back to him, a craving stirring in my loins as he kneads my pearly satin skin. His lips. Her long black hair was tied back with a small gold clasp, which she reached up and removed, letting it fall about her shoulders. The only jewelry she wore was a pair of small diamond chip earrings and a jade ring that had been the other of her grandmother's bequests. It was something that she rarely took off.Susan brought both of her small hands to the open top of her blouse and brushed her fingers against the soft exposed flesh. The sensation of flesh against flesh, even of her own hand, was. Glistening, her flattened stomach gently hollowing beneath her ripe, pendulous melons as her abs ripple with each measured breath, the parted slit between her legs’ exposed beneath her baby smooth, freshly shaven pubic area. The invitingly puffy folds of her labium only partially concealing the nub of her clitoris, the moist encircling flesh appears to twitch while the thigh, calve muscles of her sleek, thoroughbred legs flex as she balances herself in the pair of black, spiked heels.Watching.