She had almost forgotten about the rest of her body by the time she pulled her fingers out again, but either instinct or what little control her mind ...ad left over her actions made her bring her left hand up, meandering over her stomach muscles before the walking fingers found their way to her breasts, caressing her nipples that were harder than life on the streets.She twisted them a bit, stealing a breath of air that escaped her open lips as a long moan before they went up to her hair,. I remembered what Sara told me the first time her mother met me, she had told her she thought I was dishy.I danced with Kim, then a slow number came on, and Sara asked me if I minded dancing with her mum.As we danced I glanced down and saw her cleavage, (she had a big pair of tits) I started to feel myself getting hard, especially as she was holding me very close, at one point when my back was to Chris and Sara, I put her hand on her arse and gave it a gentle rub, she didn’t flinch.This got me. The constant but growing pain from the searing coals was unendurable, but Jeff realized that he would have to continue enduring and suffering it until—he desperately hoped—he lost consciousness. It was the pain—pure pain—of being roasted alive that filled and overwhelmed his consciousness now. The humiliation and sheer embarrassment—and of course the intense resentment and anger—that had once fixed his awareness as he had been paraded on his leash and collar, hands manacled behind his already. The gambling capital of America was right outside the window. George was a gambler; of course he was a gambler. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He was taking a hell of a gamble here; he was risking his freedom and perhaps his life for a girl he met three days ago. He loved her, in all the ways he could possibly imagine, but he’d know enough stories of romance that didn’t last. He was betting everything that she was worth it.He knew she was worth it, and that was the best kind of bet..