.. I learned things about her that I would never forget.While I danced, her and her entourage celebrated her birthday with two giant bottles of liquor... Before long, she had that feeling in her. I looked at her while she danced in the club with other people. Slowly but surely, my mind began to wonder. She did look kind of sexy on the dance floor. I had a weakness for girls with a little “bad” in them. I went over there where they were at.“Chad!” she yelled with a big smile on her juicy. The birds and animals knew, though, and she had learned to understand their speech, feeling herself surrounded by their sympathy and encouragement as she slowly made her way to winter in the far south, safe from the harsh winters of her own kingdom and where she might be able to survive without shelter for her nakedness.Once she had become inured to the changed conditions she now lived in, and in particular when her previously tender little feet had become toughened by walking over all manner. I still said no to wearing a bra. So she graduallyincreased the pressure. I mean, I could have... ought to have stoppedher, I could have done. But something stopped me doing it. I told her Iwould wear it if she let go, which she eventually did. I suppose at thatpoint I could have refused again and been ready for her, but I didn't. Idon't know why but I just let Naomi put the bra on me.Naomi: The cups had a slight padding so needed nothing extra at thismoment. It was at this point, seeing. I put the cans on the counter."You see, my friend," he said with a smirk, "that little announcement over there is a signal to all guys that there's a young lady in this town who is, shall we say, 'available' to offer sexual services. It's an old euphemism, invented by English prostitutes, I believe, when street walkers were banned in London." I see. How come you know this local woman?" 'cause I've been there and done it. And she's smokin' hot, I can tell you. South American. Calls herself.