I checked that the knots were secure."Now you," I said to Lucy. "Strip."Lucy found her voice. "N- No," she stammered. "What do you want? We haven't go... any money."I pressed the gun against her head. "Get this shirt off," I said harshly. "Or do you want to lose one of your tits?" I pressed the gun against her tits and she went white. I stepped back and watched as she unbuttoned her shirt. Her head was down, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, and I gazed at her slender body. She pulled off. I took my time and gave him the opportunity to look at me. Although I did not look at him while I was bent over, I could sense him adjusting his position to see as much of my breasts as he could. I felt flushed, but could not help it. “Sugar?” I asked. “Yes.” I put two spoons of sugar in my cup, then two into his. He leaned forward as I was doing this and picked up the creamer. He face was close enough to look straight down my shirt. I knew he could see even my nipples because I was. ” I said with enthusiasm “Oh, Hey Rob!” She said, returning a smile I walked over to her desk, leaned over her desk, and gave her a kiss before sitting at the desk across from her desk. “So what are your plans for today?” I asked, hoping she wasn’t busy “Well, actually, I got a shit load of papers to grade tonight Robert, I’m sorry.” “No, that’s cool; maybe you won’t be busy tomorrow?” “Actually, I’m going out of town with my husband tomorrow, but we will get back Sunday evening around 1. It's the honest truth! The only reason she didn't take me down to the ground was that I had her by forty pounds. Then, like somebody had thrown a switch, she let me go, backed up and, as calm as could be, said "You have to be related to Dabney Randall. Bless my soul, young man, you're the spitting image of him!"I kind of croaked out that he was my grandfather.Then she dimpled at me and said "Pardon my excess of emotion. I let him get away from me, back when I was young and foolish. I've kicked.