"Yes I am a blonde naturally," Rosie replied, "But.." she looked over to her master and stopped."You are aware that the production will require you to...bleach it again?" Yes, this is no problem." Now I will verify some of the physical requirements for this production. Please undress and stand up straight for the camera."As Rosie undressed from her jeans and top, Rachel picked up a measuring tape and inspected the girl in front of her from head to toe."Damn," she thought to herself, "what a body.. Tonight I can't keep count - her eyes are hypnotic."What's wrong, Sam?"She knows damn well what's wrong. She's lying flat on her back, looking up at me. A blind man could see what was wrong from that position. Ted's wife. I swallow, "Nothing. Long day. Think I'll turn in. You through, here?" Yeah." She stands up and flings her hair back. I can't remember that last time I wanted a women this badly. Shit, I can't remember the last time I wanted a women and not a bottle. Not before her, anyway.. I had a crisis, and it was wrapped around me, sobbing."Let's go inside, Brenda. Then we can talk, okay?"Her head nodded assent, the sobs softening, and we walked inside. No! Not the bedroom. We walked to the living room. I eased her onto the sofa and I sat next to her, our separation a compromise between chaste and familiar.She didn't let that distance stand. "Steve, please just hold me."I slid closer and took her in my arms. She had hers folded between us, a pose that would have been. I figure out that he likes a little defiance, so I notch it up a bit. I take a step back and put my hands on my hips. “I refuse to beg for something that you will probably give me anyway,” I say, reasonably sure of his response. He confirms my assumptions. He growls low, causing me to shiver with arousal. The look in his eyes is positively wild. He reaches for me, and I take another step back. The backs of my knees hit my bed and I almost fall over. Apparently balance is not my forte today. He.