“But…” I added unable to leave my worries unexpressed.“But what, Penn?”I paused. The words on my lips were corny in the extreme but I needed...to know the answer.“Are… are you sure you still respect me? After all you saw me say and do?”It was an unfair question but I was still feeling dazed and, at that moment, very exposed and vulnerable. I needed to hear words of reassurance. Bless him, Pete was very quick to oblige.“Of course I do; I’m crazy about you! Even more than before if that’s. His eyebrows are slightly bushy - he didn'thave time to pluck them. "What, a mammogram?" Yeah. Weren't you telling Barb and I last week that you've been puttingit off? Now's your chance."Turner's expression hardens. The last thing he needed was some bitchpoking around his tits, touching them, squeezing them, scrutinizing them,and possibly finding his surgical scars and figuring out that they'reimplants. He also recalled how much Angela hated getting breast-screenedand he wasn't eager to go. Besides she doesn’t really like me. She thinks she’s too good for you and me because she’s got all that money.” She spreads her pussy for Inga to see. “What do you want me to do? Should I dance for you again? Should I give you a body massage? Should I lick every inch of your body? Should I cuddle up in your lap and kiss you and finger you?” Then she whispers. “Or are you in a naughty mood. Do you want to tie me up and have your way doing anything you want with my body?”Inga’s just standing. “I’m sure you do,” Emily replied with a little smile.Anthony looked at me with a conspirational wink and ordered some more wine. This only helped Emily to open up as she talked about how boys her age were a bit of disappointment and maybe she needed somebody older to educate her.“What sort of education are you looking for, Em?” I asked.“Well you know – guys who know what they are doing,” she blushed a little.“I’m up for giving you any lessons you need,” Anthony added, pushing things on.“Ohhh,.