His hand was on my cheek as I pulled his tee-shirt up and caressed his chest. His chest was smooth and muscular. The light reflected off of it like th... moon on the sea. His nipples were almost as hard as mine were; his tummy was firm and toned. I ran my hand up and down his torso as I kissed him. He eased his hand inside the back of my thong. I raised myself onto my knees as I started to kiss his bare chest. My kisses turned into small licks. His skin tasted sweet like honey. I could smell his. It was a pretty ordinary day like no other and I was busy sorting out my filing cabinet. Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door. "Come in," I said. The door opened and in stepped Isabella in a vintage black and white polka dot dress that shaped every curve of her perfect slim physique. Her long black hair was in a French twist. She was wearing bright red lipstick. She closed the door gently behind her. Her breasts seem to be bursting out of her dress every time she breathed in. Isabella. ”“PLEASE!” Hayden begged, “I’m only s*******n. Don’t destroy my life.”“Hear that boys! Even if she said ‘yes,’ we’d still be breaking the law. Sorry, white meat, we’re going to take a piece out of you. We normally don’t get such fine pieces of ass coming through here.”The five of them encircled her and closed in. The two coming in from behind her grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, causing to throw her chest out, emphasizing her tits and cleavage. “Look boys! She even dressed. I could not take back what I had said, I could not turn it into a joke for he was not a man to be joked with, I could not escape. He raised his arm, not to fight me — this would have seemed a ridiculous idea to him — but to punish me, and this punishment, I knew, after having knocked me down and handed me over to the guards, would make the death of the girl on the ship seem merciful and quick. “I am sorry,” I said, more to myself than to him, for he could not possibly understand what I was.