I put my hand below her top now. I put my finger inside her navel and pressed.I repeated the encircling motion around her navel, and she closed her ey...s, to open again and close. I felt damn lucky that there were few passengers travelling. I became bolder and took my hand up and cupped her right boob over her bra. She squirmed and her grip on my thigh tightened. I pressed both her boobs tightly. “ Ahh…”, she moaned. I pinched her nipple with force.She held my hand, “Someone might come”. “. "Thanks," Chaz answered."I don't see any hair," she stated. "Do you shave?" Yes. There are a lot of bodybuilders at my school that I workout with so I do as they do," he replied."I can also see that you got wood," she commented."Blame your hot body and black lingerie for that," he answered."Can I see it?" Lydia found herself asking"Only if you lose your top," Chaz replied.Lydia adjusted the camera before she uncovered it and Chaz watched with unblinking eyes as Lydia reached around back and. It was always locked. And the windows, God knows she tried to smash through the plexiglass, but of course it didn’t budge. None of her rumblings garnered any attention from the staff.There was a servant bell, but she let it accumulate dust. She wouldn’t give them gratification.Between the gilded prison and an emotional cage of her own design, she was lonely.More than lonely.So, she prayed. She prayed as she did in church, on her knees. If no one on earth could help, she’d have to ask a Higher. "Like a couple of mad dogs!" Mrs. Davis cried, averting her eyes, then looking back again.Neither Valerie nor Rich had heard them coming up the stairs, and now Jim and his mother stood in the doorway staring down at them in dumb wonder."What in God's name do you think you're doing, Val!" Jim demanded."It's not what you think!" Rich began, struggling to his feet, the absurd patch of whipped cream around his balls causing his thighs to slip together greasily."You!" his mother cried, pointing her.