He propped himself on one elbow and tugged her cami up above her breasts. She arched her back as he slid a hand under her back to unfasten her bra. Af...er considerable effort, he managed to get it with one hand and had to fight back the urge to applaud himself. Her full, creamy, bare breasts were reward enough. The way they jiggled a little as she squirmed beneath him was captivating. Her hands ran down his back and she stubbornly tugged on the hem of his t-shirt until he sat back and helped. Shit. Nana looked so much like Suzi, yet didn’t, especially now. I mean, even though I liked the bigger tits and overall size of her body, it still just didn’t feel right somehow to think about her as being another Suzi. Her face looked so much like her, but my memories of when I had delivered the real Suzi to Steven was really giving me a bad time. Especially when I realized that I had in fact been the one to enslave Suzi, not Steven.After a while, my troubled thoughts just sort of melted. Theylaughed as they talked about the different tactics the women in the bookcould have used to snare their men and Burt found himself making commentsthat sounded just as informed as the old lady's.They discussed her book too and then went on to a much wider conversationregarding the development of literature in the latter part of thenineteenth century and how it measured against the books being publishednowadays.Again Burt found himself with many an opinion and taking greatsatisfaction in. After a while, it’s necessary, but we want to avoid any personal relationships. The sex is for your gratification and to give you confidence. It’s also an expression of thanks for your service. We want to give you something significant that you won’t get from any other agency.”“Well, ‘significant’ is the right word. There’s nothing I could ask for that’s more significant than this, except for getting my leg back.” Tim leafed through the binder until he came to Ivy’s page. One of the photos.