As she slowly unbuttoned it, I brushed the hair from Yvonne’s face. It was tilted in my direction and she looked at me with pleading eyes and a worr...ed frown. I smiled but said nothing. I wasn’t going to intervene. Ms Evans finally took off her blouse and laid it on the chair behind her. She was a full-figured woman and her large breasts fought to stay within the confines of her bra. Finally ready, she reached out and stroked the tightly stretched fabric. It was a curiously gentle touch. The. I respect women, and while I am not asexual by any stretch of the imagination, I don’t treat women as sex objects. I began to feel uncomfortable with myself.Feeling Sabrina shift in her seat, I opened my eyes, and saw her looking at me and smiling.“Did I drool,” I asked, half jokingly and half wanting to curb my erotic imagination.“No,” she replied. “I was just thinking how peaceful men look when they are asleep, and how dangerous they are when they are awake.”“Do I look dangerous,” I blurted,. “The operation of the dolphin is simple. The slave squeezes her legs together slightly to activate the drive motors.”All twelve dolphins moved forward very slightly.“Of course,” he said with a slight chuckle, “we can also take over control if needed.”He walked down the line of dolphins, occasionally stroking the breast or back or butt of one of the slave riders. When he got to me, he twisted the clamp so it tweaked my left nipple and said, “I can smell you. You like this don’t you, slave. "I'd like to open another bottle if you are up for it," Alice suggested."Absolutely," he answered. "I'll bring it back with me."He returned and poured it into the glasses, before he could sit Alicestopped him."You have something on that you don't need any more," she scooted to theedge of the couch and turned him to face her. She stared up at his eyesas she slowly reached under his dress, ran her fingers over the pantyagain. She was getting even more turned on feeling him this way. Afterwhat.