I've lost all sense, other than a little part in the back of my mind wanting them to stop, I'm a primal creature now, fueled with lust and hope that t...ey keep me alive.I feel one of Gage's hands leave my breast and feel a stab of dissapointment that I try not to feel. Then I gasp as he winds it into my hair and jerks my head back."Thats it you little fucking slut. You're nothing but a horny little fucktoy." I stare at him the loathing. He pulls my hair. "Say it." he says sharply. I just stare. ’ ‘Oh yeah?’ ‘Ha, right…did I miss anything in the rest of the house?’ ‘Here, I took pictures.’ He took the camera from her and cupped his hand to the LCD screen as he remained reclined. He flipped through the pictures, not really interested, already having made up his mind about the house. He suddenly felt fingers sliding through the hairs on his chest. ‘Har har, knock it off’ ‘Just keep looking’ She ignored his protests, spreading her fingers through the dark tuft along his sternum, bending. I slid the beautiful silky garment over my head and was pleased to feelless cold now as it slid down my body warming me up."You are starting to take to your feminine side, Adam, aren't you?"asked Tracey."It's just for breakfast," I replied, brusquely, trying to fool myself Iwasn't starting to enjoy this."I bet you that you will still be sitting here in your chemise atlunchtime," replied Tracey."Ok what are the terms of your bet?" I replied."If you win, you don't have to wear a skirt tonight but. As they played, I handed out the drinks. As I leaned over to present a glass of whiskey to Caine, I could see he was looking straight down my shirt again and simply staring at my hanging breasts with his mouth open. I hoped that the memory of our time together in Europe those years ago was flooding back into his mind. I sat down, looked at Caine, and asked him for 2 new cards. He stared back at me for a second before giving me my cards. We played the rest of the hand. I planned to lose on.