The camera was catching Keary's left hand on my breast and his right hand, now only a fraction of an inch from my moist slit.I jumped when his finger ...ouched me in that most intimate part of my body. But still I didn't struggle. Well, I did struggle. I struggled not to gasp in pleasure at the first touch of a male hand on my vulva since my divorce. Or at least the first touch while I was conscious and not under the influence of some drug that had been slipped into my drink.Keary whispered into. He looked at the ground to see a discarded newpaper. He lifted it and started reading."Tayna Smith, a prostitute claimed to be attacked and raped by the notorious Jack the Ripper, otherwise known as the Whitecapel killer. However police of Scottland yard have concluded this was not the work of the ripper due to the fact that she had stab wounds, and was not sliced down the chest like the other victims." he scowled and in rage roared into the sky. He pulled a knife and turned around to murder. He took his time looking me over, making me feel self conscious. I faintly heard him mutter, ‘so fucking beautiful…’ I blushed profusely at his comment. Only he could make me blush so many times. He brought his lips to my neck, kissing and licking making me moan. Slowly down to my chest, over the rise of my breast. His vision flicked momentarily up to my eyes before taking a nipple into his mouth, gently suckling on it. I gasped rather loudly at the first feel. The sensation foreign to me but. When hedropped me off at home I let him kiss me, then went inside. Two dayslater I was back in the studio, doing wigs.I was beginning to grasp the enormity of Vivian's products, and did mybest for her."There's a convention in Atlanta Kristen. We have booked quite a bit ofspace and two suites. It starts in about a month, and I want you to bethere when we set up. I want the people attending to get a good look atyou."Stan and I went out with three more times, then I had to leave. On theday I.