I stood up and grabbed the bottom of my tank top. I pulled it off over my head and then did a sexy pose as my breasts jiggled free of the tight tank t...p. I turned away from him so he could watch my ass as I rolled my hips lowering my joggers and panties down to my ankles. I looked back at him over a cutely hunched shoulder.“Ready?” I asked.He nodded, hands in his pants.I lay on the bed on my belly, bending my knees and shaking my feet in the air, holding and then hugging the pillow. I pictured. He wore a lavender robe, the sash knotted around his waist, as was the old man's custom in the evening. Mozart was nearing seventy now, three years after Eva had first met him, but he looked the same to her eyes. She sometimes thought he'd always been exactly so; never young, but born old and endless as if he were a constant part of the world. Mozart frightened her that way and she forced herself to smile.She was dressed as she'd been for dinner, wearing a simple white blouse with a black skirt. The youth who was holding my dress up round my waist let go of it. It fell back into place. No one at that end of the carriage said a word. All eyes were looking at us. It seemed like hours, but it must have only been a minute before the train stopped at the next station. When the doors opened Jon grabbed my arm, and pulling me out saying, “I think it would be best if you came with me young lady.” I felt the bunched up part of my dress front start to move back over my breasts. Just round a. The guard who had been at the picnic and who had always been friendly with Bill had seen the whole incident and immediately complied."If anyone asks how you got it, please tell them that I was out of the office at the time and that you just took it. I have less than a year before my retirement and I need my retirement money." Don't worry Dave; I'll only use it if they give me a hard time and I'll be sure to protect you." Good bye and good luck," Dave shouted as he ran up the hallway towards the.