His fingers tips moved down the side of my body, along the outside of my sensitive breasts, then, emboldened by my failure to object he took advantage...of our role-play and his hands slid up my legs, across my ass. I let him do it again before saying, "Thank you William. I think my butt's safe."He said, "Just being careful, such perfection should be protected," then laying down beside me added, "Can you get my back darling?"I sat up, my naked breasts swaying, and said, "Of course sweetie,". While they puzzled over the truth of that, I went to the bathroom for a quick shower.When the news van arrived, I realized that other news networks must have gotten wind of what was going on. Linda and her cameraman led what looked like half a dozen different reporters.Linda wasn't sure what to ask. For that matter, I'm not sure I would have known what to say, but the first words out of my mouth were, "What you're about to see are not tricks of photography or special effects. These are not. Helen bowed to the inevitable and opened her mouth, but the guard only laughed when he saw her movement, and left her in the cage.Looking round, she saw that her fellow prisoners were of a variety of ages and skin hue, ranging from the blue black of Nubia to a very tired and old looking blonde.Raising her voice, she asked, "Does anyone speak English?"The women looked at each other in blank incomprehension, until one small, very dark skinned negress three cages away said, "Not shout. Shout bring. ."I tried. I seriously tried to avoid any deepening of our friendship, towards a relationship. But, our conversation went on and on. We talked. We debated. We argued. It went on while we were walking through campus. It went on at the coffee shop on the way back to our dorms. It went on that evening when we went out together for a pizza. It continued on that whole weekend, until late Sunday night, when she kissed me goodnight, at the door to my dorm.By that time, I sure did feel like I was.