She looked like she was still out of it and her hands were bound to her side by a belt. She looked amazingly sexy as she sat there, wearing nothing bu... her fur."Are you alright?" I asked her and she looked and me curiously then nodded numbly as she looked at me. Her eyes didn't show any recognition as she sat there. The man who had been there at my cage and led me out came out of a door and said, "Steph, come." In a very simplistic fashion, she stood and walked into the door without a word as. “Did they show a picture of a woman’s breast in class, Douglas? Have you ever seen a woman’s, a grown woman’s naked breast, Douglas?” The last was spoken in a lilting, breathy tone which obviously offered a peek at her peerless peaks.“They showed a sideways cutaway, not like looking at brother’s white people-magazines you guys let me gawk at. I never have seen a breast nipple erect, not live and poking out . . . ready to be touched . . . like yours. Only today, he wasn't in the mood for it. Jeremy might act like a dumb jerk, but Jay was completely aware that the guy was somewhat intelligent. And observant."What the hell is this?" Jeremy remarked. He'd noticed the pictures quickly, and the similarities in them."Nothing special," Jay replied. "A lot of bad shots. The lighting was wrong, wasn't paying attention..." No, him," Jeremy interrupted, dropping a heavy finger directly over Frank's face in one of them. "Looks like you must really like. In any given situation that involved the possibility of sex, it was me who said and did the bold or unexpected. Being on the other side of this now, I asked myself if I should be honest, or try to remain cool and pretend that fucking her wasn’t the first thing on my agenda. I stepped up to her then, and took ahold of her wrist. Close enough in her face to kiss her, I said, ‘Oh, you’re damn straight, I’m going to. I was just doing my best to be a gentleman until you got comfortable with me. I’m.