"They're called breasts." Or boobs," he said. "That's what you called them. Do I get to see your boobs again?"Normally, Angela would have been disgust...d with a man who was so blatantly transparent in his lust. For some reason, though, Dub seemed different. He seemed more genuinely appreciative of her body, than intent on using and abusing it. And somehow, that made Angela feel good, rather than unhappy."Will it help if you can see my breasts?" she asked."I like them," said Dub."The purpose of. Taran was a strongly built very handsome man of over six feet tall, extremely well muscled and a slight evidence of softness around his waist. He had curly thick hair wept back with grey showing over his temples. His chest was covered in curly hairs between his pectorals, which thinned down to a streak until his belly button and then expanded again to merge with the dark growth running towards his groin. His legs were strong and hairy. His hands were huge and strong with thick strong fingers. Once seated, he ordered, a salmon dish for himself, and a mineral water for me, I was aware of the people at the tables closest to us, wrinkling their noses up in disgust at the way I smelt. My shame grew worse, as it became clear Jack was in no hurry to finish his tasty meal. it looked delicious, and I was starving, but I had agreed not to speak unless asked and …he just didn`t ask…probably as another test. There were quite a few men ogling my tits, which although causing me to become aroused,. I smiled that was something I knew but I knew a sheath of papers of much more important things about him. How he loved to come screaming in French? How he loved being tied? How he enjoyed being brought to many close orgasms? His wish was to know two women at once. Tonight would be dinner seductive dining he wasn’t going anywhere. Not before he was Angela’d and perhaps Gwynth. ‘Tonight Bart eight sharp.’ I said as I stood up reaching across the desk shaking his hand. ‘My pleasure Angela.’ Bart.