Ah ... I mean, I want your help," she emphasized the word, "no less than twice a day." Sure sweetie, anything you need," Ted, clueless, was still comi...g down from his orgasmic high and not thinking all that clearly.Jane sighed, and rolled her eyes."What?" Ted asked, turning around and looking at her.Jane hesitated, looked around, trying to find the words. Finally, all she could do was blurt it out, "I need you to squeeze my breasts at least twice a day. Please."Ted, shocked, suddenly looked at. The place was filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat. The sweat of the poor slobs losing their money to the pros and the House.Michael always took the same seat at the bar, watching the other players for at least a half hour before he finally picked a table and went to sign up for a game. He watched them for their tells. The ones the amateurs always wore. How they acted when they got good cards, how they acted when they got bad cards. And most importantly of all, how they acted when. The nipples tilted up, ever so slightly and were tiny, though erect. The areolas hugged her nipples in a way that made my lips jealous. I looked back at her eyes to see an almost pleading look. ‘Don’t hurt me Eric. Never leave me…ever. Be mine, forever…’ ‘You know I won’t Karen.’ ‘Make love to me, Eric,’ she whispered so sweetly, with a voice that was so vulnerable that my heart almost broke. I couldn’t help but give her all that we both wanted. I reached out and stroked her cheeks, trailed my. “They say Gentlemen prefer blondes…’’ interjected Naidu airily.“Actually, at the moment I prefer dark haired Indians…but then, I am no gentlemen…and have no wish to become one.”Once again Sarah seethed without outward appearance, having mastered the art of masking risky emotions. “So, Naidu…details”“Well, she isn’t wearing very much, so what you see is what you get. Nice generous C cup, entirely self-supporting, she is wearing no bra.““She is a natural blonde, so that lovely tan must be fake..