Her areolas were dark pink and her nipples were a lighter, strawberry color. This seemed natural, in terms of going with her red hair and freckles. Th... way she was standing put the sun right behind her head, so my eyes were watering from the brightness. As it turned out Kaylee had freckles on her upper chest, too, but they ended before they got to her breasts.Then she bent over and shoved her jeans and panties down at the same time. She stood on one cuff while she pulled her foot out of that. I kept walking over to her and catching an opportunity here and there to look down and see her nice big tits in their lacy white bra. The cups were satin, I know now. Then I just thought they were really neat and shiny. And when she would bend over and her shorts would show off her long legs that still had a really nice shape to them… well I even remember telling her she looked really pretty and asking if she ever thought about marrying another man. She had blushed and then said something about. Long term, consensual enslavement. Not brainwashed, not a robot, not on automatic pilot, like Branca, but because you give your active consent and keep on giving it. That's the only way that it can work for me. And I think that will be good for you too, Daphne. I only want what's right for you."I can see that Daphne is watching me closely. Listening to every word. I see her mouthing the words to herself; 'long-term-consensual-enslavement.'"You're not going to leave me." It wasn't a question but. You kind of made sure he would not be using the Bronco. By the way it was an accident you didn't intend to ram to suspect, did you?. It wouldn't look good to put lives in danger over a broken tail light." He said."It wasn't about the broken tail light, it was about the chase." I said. Of course it didn't feel a think like the movies. It felt better,."You know the drill. You don't risk your own life or the suspect's life unless you have no other choice. At least that's how you tell it, when his.