"Adam's an eminent professor in the world of psychology," Miss Stevensanswered, her eyes lit up as she described him. "We met at a conferenceand when ...e found out about my rehabilitation programme he was reallyinterested. I'll admit, support for the programme - despite its successes- had been patchy at best, and my progress kept getting held back bysilly people for silly reasons. Adam, however, helped not just with somefunding but also stepped in to meetings with the prison directors inorder to. I could feel my nipples harden when air fell on them. But it wasn’t the air, no, it was what he was doing to me and the thought of what he was going to do with my breasts as they fell out of it’s place. I felt his hands grab my breast tightly. “Mmmm baby” I whimpered lightly, drowning in the pleasure.“They're so many things I want to do to you tonight. For tonight you'd be my slave” he mumbled obnoxiously massaging my breasts intensely.He stopped using his hands and then brought his mouth. Neither am I,” said a voice behind her. It was a voice that haunted Ana’s nightmares and pranced across her dreams, and it was a voice she was too depressed to hear.Startled, Ana tried to stand up abruptly, but in her hasty attempt to leave, and Audrey’s subsequent defeat of the attempt by grabbing her and pulling her back, she nearly knocked over her coffee. Thwarted, she looked out the window as Kate invited herself to sit at the end of the table. “What the hell?” she demanded, turning her. "He motioned to an alcove, with a small two-seat leather sofa currentlyunoccupied. "Would you like to sit with me?"I enthusiastically nodded yes, and we walked over, hand in hand. Heallowed me to sit first, and then he sat to my right. His right handwas still holding my right hand, so he rested his left arm on the backof the sofa, over top of my shoulders. My legs crossed automaticallyas I set down, in what I had always thought was just the natural way tocross my legs, but which a couple of.