I kept rubbing against that breast for what seemed like a long time. As her breathing became faster and I could see her other nipple hardening against...the thin material of her pull over top. My lust took over. I slowly ran my shaking left hand up from her waist, to her stomach and then to just touch the underside of her right breast. My fingers, still shaking from my lust and excitement, tenderly ran along the underside of her breast. They them traced upwards to her nipple and ran around it.. ”“I don’t think that you’d have got that package through the letter box even if we had one. Would you like a drink Dave?”“Oh yes, thank you. A glass of water would be great.”I walked to the kitchen and looked over my shoulder; Dave’s eyes were following me.“Let’s go outside and drink these.” I said, and walked out with both glasses in my hands.I sat on the grass, Indian style, in front of the chair that I had been sitting on.“Have a seat Dave?”He did, and I started asking him what it was like. "McNair charter boats," said a pleasant, lilting voice, "this is Betsie, how may I help you?" Betsie, it's Hunter." Well, well, well," said a much less pleasant voice, "would you look at who isn't dead." I know it's been a while..." A few weeks is a while, months is forever." Her voice softened, slightly. "You know how much he drinks when he doesn't know if you're alive." He drinks just as much when he does." But he's nowhere near as maudlin about it." Look, Betsie, I need to talk to him.". Yellow signified, ask first. In the past she’d always worn yellow. This was the first night she’d dared to wear green. Green left her open to anything, as long as she didn’t use her safe word, which she took a moment to write on the back of the tag, something the club insisted upon. A terrifying thrill filled her, knowing she would be mute.The bathroom doubled as a dressing room and was about the size of her old high school’s locker room, with rentable lockers to stow away her valuables..