He sat, sprawled on our couch like he owned the place. As she bent over to put the tray of shots on the coffee table, we all enjoyed how her tits hung...free. She had been a good sport and now wanted to take one of those shots, but Neal stopped her. "No more for you tonight sweetie. You've had enough." He took her shot and threw it back. "These are not for you." What are you talking about? I can have a drink if I want one." He knew how to push her buttons and get her indignant."No. I want you. Traveler: Okay, I'm ready. Are you in a comfortable chair?Calla: Check!Traveler: You won't need a lot of light, so turn off the overheads and just use a desk lamp if you've got one. Now stand up and get undressed. Everything except the tan. Let your hair down, loose over your shoulders, like in the new photos. I'll wait.Calla: Okay. Naked it is. Ooh! Chair is cold! This better be good!Traveler: We'll see. Relax. Don't respond unless you want to; I want those hands busy, though.Calla: Already. And maybe I was! That part of me whispered, "Say no right now, and get back to your room!"But there was another part of me that said, "Did she say you'd have seen those pictures anyway? What else might you get to see? What kind of questions? Will there be hands-on instruction?" There could be happy things in all this ... somehow. Just the idea of them being willing to show me pictures of themselves naked sent a shot of stiff to my groin. I'd be an idiot not to offer them whatever they wanted,. “I like you in my clothes,” she says.“Good, because I’ll need to wear them back to mine,” I reply. “But I need a shower before we go. I’m covered in lipstick.”“I’ll join you. You got that lipstick on me too.”“I’m not sure you can blame me for that.”Lauren gives me a mischievous smile for a moment before her face morphs back into the strained look it had when I first came onto the balcony.“Are you worried?” I ask her quietly, and she responds with just a small nod.“Maybe one day we’ll have a.