Her right hand is going over his short, scruffy beard, her left hand is laying on his shoulder blades.Their kissing becomes more and more passionate, ...he top of his fingers are going softly over the skin of her legs. He starts to kiss her in her neck, she lifts her head slightly so he can kiss her even better. His right hand goes through her long, beautiful, dark hair while the fingers of his left hand keep exploring her gorgeous hips, secretly slipping underneath the fabric of her dress.Her. ?Blind animal panic set in as I was unable to breathe, and my pale fists pounded the hard muscle of thighs and the expensive wool that covered them. ?It was certainly a laugh that I heard - yet barely registered - as my airway was finally open again and he let me breathe, gasping and coughing and nearly slumping to the floor. ?The coughing was brief, though I was still breathing raggedly when I heard him say "back up on your knees", which I promptly obeyed, and then as he stroked my hair. "C'mon and join us, Greg." Oh, I'd like to, but I have some E-mail I have to handle right away." He walked to his study on rather unsteady legs. Had he really just turned down a chance to sit with a naked Yvonne in the hot tub?In the tub, Shannon slid over to Yvonne and took her hand. "Yvonne, I'm sorry if I was hard on you. Guess I'm really protective of Greg. Are we OK?" Yvonne did not say anything, but placed her hand on Shannon's cheek and nodded. Julia kept her neutral face, but inside,. . White Silk, an' innavirgin' basket... Don' wan' you." He turned his attention back toSerressa. "I. Wan' The. Free. Woman." he said in the distinct manner ofspeech drunkards often employed. Serressa knew it was time to get backto work."Master, this girl is not a Free Woman," said the kajira Lilianne,bowing her head and letting her long hair sweep the man's sandals as shehad been instructed by a previous Master earlier that night. "She isyour slave for the night." The man beamed at her words..