Her hand rolling over his now naked chest as she swallowed and fought to regain some semblance of control. "Settle down Rhys, I've got to go get ready... Go get on the bed and I'll be right back."She left and entered into the bathroom, so Rhys as a man who had barely any control of himself did exactly what he was told. He walked over to the king sized bed, looking around he saw the window blinds open out into an array of windows with their lights on just across the courtyard but before he could. Apart from professional stuff."--- "Like what?" --- asked Sam--- "He taught me how to care for the burned flesh, so my scar would look good. He recommended some lotions. He helped me with getting vaccinated. He even performed small surgery on me."--- "What it was?" --- inquired Sam, intrigued.--- "He said, that if I'm punched a lot in my dreams, my appendix could burst. So, he decided to cut the appendix out. It's a simple procedure." --- she said --- "Of course, they made it in full narcosis,. ”“You really think so?”I could hear the hint of low self-esteem in her voice. Despite being an attractive woman, my friend, had told me she’d always been self-conscious about her looks and that it became even more pronounced after her pregnancy. It was one of the reasons they’d approached me in the first place.“Absolutely.”--------------------The next day we hit the beach early, and with the beach mostly empty, Anna decided to go topless again. As the sun climbed on the horizon people slowly. She had learned over the last fortnight to be quiet, clenching her fists, biting her lip, tensing up, letting out the screams in a low deep moan. It hurt not to scream, to let it all out. But she couldn’t give her boys any kind of impression that she was a sexual being. She got ready slowly. Clinging black dress, low cut, thin shoulder straps. Dabs of perfume on her neck, the tops of her tits, her wrists, her tummy. Stockings, suspenders, black patent 4 inch heels. Make up, a touch of mascara,.