Your hand sneaks under my sweater and releases my breasts from their bondage. It feels heavenly to let them free. They are heavy in my confining bra. ...ou take your large hands and rub away the stress and ache in them only to replace it with hardening nipples that throb with the beat of my heart. I pull your head down to me and we kiss. Your kisses drug me with the suppressed passion you feel for me. Your hands continue their decent to the band of my slacks. You work the fastener and the zipper. ’ ‘Oh, right, the audition. Yeah, they didn’t get hired.’ ‘But damn, they were beautiful, how could they not have gotten hired?’ ‘I don’t know, I just heard we didn’t hire them. Look, there’s Star, she might know. Star, come here, got a question here.’ I turned and was face to face with the woman who damn near had me coming in my pants the night before. She didn’t recognize me. ‘Yeah, you have a question?’ ‘I was… I was just wondering about the twins?’ Star looked over to the bartender. It seemed that there was still an element of her submissiveness in there somewhere and she was responding to the prospect of being 'taken' on the floor.He didn't waste any further time in preliminaries but instead thrust his staff into her, ramming himself fully home. Eilean squealed anew at this treatment, pushing herself back firmly to meet him. There was no finesse in this coupling and Scott began to drive into Eilean, thrilling at her reaction to him. She was keening, dropping her head to. I opened it, only to find what was apparently a bin of several dozenphotos from my computers webcam. In the tiny preview images I could makeout the silhouette of a body.I paused again. A chunk of the night rushed back: I remembered bootingup the webcam, but more specifically recalled disconnecting the ethernetcable as a precaution in case the pics wanted to escape. I sighed andpatted myself on the back.I stared at the tiny images of silhouettes for a while, scared to openit up and see how.