He immediately hugged her tight, preventing her from being able to cover her breasts (not that covering them would have had much of an effect, since h...r newly bared back was to the street).She looked at her top lying in full view in the middle of the lawn, and cursed again. "You BASTARD! I should hate you! Get that back for me, this instant!" Okay." He started to pull away."NO!" She'd realized that if he left to get the top, he'd leave her standing there topless and without any cover. She couldn’t tell who it was, because Emily was there, blocking the person’s face, but as she entered she could still see the rest of the body. She was a little surprised on how he looked. Not like a 17-18 year old boy she’d been expecting. Her eyes were soon drawn to his waist, so she could spy his penis. It was flaccid and not too impressive looking. That was when she saw Emily turn around and step aside, giving her a complete unobstructed view of the boy’s face.Blindfolded and all, she. The rest of it was somewhat more descriptive than I would have expected, but it was very well written.'I quickly flipped through the rest of the pages, looking for additional comments. I noticed that she had underlined one or two uses of the 'Princess of Fire' title, and there were some odd random marks from her pen in the shaving scene, and the scene of the Princess being tormented. On the last page there were a couple of rough spots in the paper, and I recalled her comment that she had cried. The evening before I claimed my winnings, I talked to Frank about my plans, and he was more than willing to help out. I started off the evening by taking her to The Melting Pot, a fondue restaurant here in Richmond. It is very nice – dark and romantic. We were seated in a booth in a small room. It was early enough that we were the only ones in the room. After we had ordered our first drink, I told her to unbutton another button on her dress. This would open it to just below her breasts..