.. her breathing gets heavier. She is excited. She is wetting her thighs and she hasn’t even been touched yet.“Take the dress off,” Fred command....Rebecca knows that she doesn’t have to. She can refuse. She can pull the dress down and run out of there. But she doesn’t want to. She is enjoying this. She enjoys the judgment, the stares, the attention. She wants to enjoy more, to expose more of herself to these two young men.Rebecca feels daring. She meets James’ eyes through the mirror and while. Without it being zipped I could seethe turquoise and yellow tank beneath. Its scooped neckline plunged downjust enough to catch a glimpse of the small but perky chest and thecleavage she sported. She had on a pair of white soffee shorts, whichcurved to her cute butt and gave me the best view of her smooth tan legs.She wore a sparkly ankle bracelet and bright yellow flip flops. Herfinger and toe nails were painted a matching frosted pink and her hairwas fitted high on her head, tied off with. Anything. Scooting forward on the floor, pushing with herknees.Her face encountered something hard. Pointed. She could smell theleather. Scooting forward, she began to nuzzle it. Rub her cheekagainst it. Mind empty, yet she felt compelled to move to the left.Carpet rubbing her face. Tongue trailing drool over the rug. Anotherboot. Further left. Face between two boots. She began to pant. Rubbedher face in little figure-eights, feeling the boots against her cheeks.Smelling the leather.. Bertha said that she was flattered that a young teen man like himself had an interest in her and thought that she was still attractive. Seth controlled himself to tell her that she was hot and he had, had many hard on’s thinking about her.Bertha knew, she had the young man on the hook. “I am looking towards your house but do not see you. Where are you right now”? Seth told her that he was in the living room and she told him to go upstairs while talking on the wireless phone. Seth dashed.