Her feet were dangling limply a few inches off the floor, and looked very small, almost childish. They were not moving at all. I thought that her rest...essness was entirely channeled into her hands. I heard the pen click again and smiled. For a moment I peered at the gentle curve of her instep and the pinkish heel, visible through the stocking. Then, I moved on to the next screw. I heard a slight creak and saw that the chair was turning. Her toes rubbed against my hand, and I pulled back with a. I so wanted this guy to see a little more of her sweet little body. I created a new folder called "Sexy_Pics" and put a couple of private photos in there, mostly her in a bikini or swimming. I was careful to erase it each time so she would not come across them. Sure enough when we got back again from the next showing he had looked through all of them. After that I got brave and put some nude photos in there; some of which were full frontal shots of her, some of her undressing, and some in bed. She fiddled with the disk until she got the tune she wanted then stepped back in front of me. The desk chair I sat on had arms so she leaned over and put her hands on the arms and her face just inches from mine. I looked down her front at her tits which were swinging prettily inside her thin bra. The music started thumping a heavy beat and she began to whip her hips back and forth, swiveling at the waist. Her head was rigid, not moving, her eyes locked on my face while her body began to pulse. " Just call me Ken." Ken," she acknowledged with a wider smile."Drink up that coffee, it'll help warm you up inside," Kenneth suggested.Karen dozed off again for a while shortly after eating, still recovering from her ordeal. She was awake just long enough for Kenneth to care for her frostbitten fingers and toes, which he now believed were not as bad as they had first appeared.When she awakened a few hours later, Karen quietly said, "Ken, I need to..." She stopped, unable to continue, as her.