SMACK.“You really are terrible young girls, you know that?” SMACK “I don’t see how I can let you off without some serious punishment.” SMACK...“Just what am I supposed to do with you?” SMACK. Both girls had their heads down on the back of the sofa now, still holding hands, and had all but ceased moving as the pain increased. He wasn’t hitting them terribly hard, but the repetition made them quite sensitive. “You get all dressed up, but then I take you out and you behave so badly.” SMACK. “Then. Your hands now sliding my coat off my arms and mine sliding yours off in return, slowly you unbutton my blouse and I slide my hands up your jumper the flesh beneath it was so hot and inviting, as my blouse fell open your hands slid up my stomach and cupped my breasts, I slipped your jumper up over your head and felt your flesh touch mine as your hands returned to cupping my breasts, the warmth penetrated me warming me through and with a kiss on your cheek and a smile on my face I slipped my. The shear elegance of it causes a shudder down your back. Did it get cooler in here? He cannot want you to come out into the store wearing this did he? You feel the breeze on the cheeks of your ass as you walk out into the mirrored area. He cannot hold back the smile that appears on his face. He motions you to him and you walk over to him. ‘Delicious.’ He runs his hands up your legs, holding you by the hips. He raises an eyebrow when his hands slides under your tap pants and comes in contact. Was that a smile he’d seen on her face? Was she actually capable of emotion? “Well, if you want some really good shots, I can show you an amazing place, much better than this overly infested area,” she said, ducking to avoid a Frisbee that soared over her head. She kept her voice casual, not wanting to show her interest. She didn’t want him to know how much his bare chest affected her. She knew she hadn’t simply been in the way of his shot. She’d allowed him to take several pictures of her.