- Dottò scusate per la macchina, sapete... - Corrado lo zittì con la mano aperta, ora era calato in una dimensione tutta sua. L’uomo, presidente d... un piccolo impero istituzionale, si stava perdendo nel passato, stava tornando se stesso. Agli anni della gioventù, quando ancora non era nessuno, solo un ragazzo, uno studente come tanti altri. Automaticamente la sua mente stava ripassando la sua vita, tutte quelle emozioni che avevano segnato per sempre il suo destino, rendendolo il protagonista,. My hand was soaked, making the massage slippery and hot.Soon, covering my mouth wasn’t enough. I bit my hand, trapping my mouth shut. I drifted in and out so much, my finger instinctually picked up speed. I repeatedly slowed myself, letting the suspense build fluently.As I neared the end of another exploration, the pit of my stomach tied into a powerful knot. Every muscle in my midsection tightened. Soon, my entire body was trying to tighten. I forced myself back into submission and continued. She then wrapped the towel about my head and,giving it a twist, left it bound as I had seen my mother do so manytimes before with her hair after shampooing. Carolyn surprised mefurther, however, when while I looked away, she had begun to douse myhairless upper body with body powder. I felt my face turn hot as Iblushed, as this was certainly not for men. She had used a feathery puffand the powder had a decidedly feminine fragrance.She giggled. "There. You'll smell so sweet for bed now," she said. Her A-cup breasts didn’t get her noticed, but her tight, fit body was more attractive than she realized. I was mesmerized when she danced, it was like she was making love to the music. One Friday night I used the club’s video equipment to discreetly capture video of Sandra dancing.As Sandra walked into the club the following evening I pulled her aside into my office. “I have something I need to show you.”Sandra followed meekly. I played the video of her dancing. In several shots her face was.