"You are far too reasonable." He chuckled. "OK, have it your way." He released my wrists, lowering his hand to cover my breast. I was free now -- free...to pull down my shirt, free to push him away, free to yell at him or run away. Instead, I stood still, as if in indecision. But who was I kidding? I sighed and pulled my arms slightly back, arching my back further, pressing my breasts into his warm hands. Now nobody could suppose I was being forced -- it was my choice, my shame, and my. " Do you have a preference, Zena?" No, but I'm used to dry wines. Let's try the Italian one," she suggested."Italian it is then." Their waiter nodded, smiled and headed for the wine cabinet.They perused the menus and when they each had decided, the waiter promptly appeared and took their order. Zena ordered a light salad and a roast lamb entrée while Bill discussed the appetizers with the waiter and chose a pâté and a veal entrée. The meal was superb, and they were charmed with the perfect. You’ll make her day, and probably her whole life, if she gets to fuck you good and proper ... and maybe even mine too if I get a turn!”Keith’s sister turned and gave her brother a very naughty looking grin as she put one hand down between his legs and gave his groin a squeeze. Keith couldn’t help but laugh but then turned to his sister and asked in all seriousness, “But did you know this was the sort of camp you were coming to? And what about mum and dad? I mean ... I’m here completely by. "You mean the one with the big blue sign that says 'I-40'?" she said, and changed into the proper lane."That'd be the one. Remember to step on it and merge at highway speed. Don't stop at the top of the on-ramp—if you run out of space, you can always accelerate in the breakdown lane if you have to. Better to do that than to get rear-ended at sixty miles an hour."She accelerated as instructed, and Will gave her an encouraging nod."Little faster. You have over two hundred ponies under the hood..