That was precisely it, every bit from taking her pants off to sticking her fingers into herself just enough times to make herself squeal was her own c...oice.Betty shook her head, blowing a strand of hair out of her face with a smile that widened with every circling motion her fingers did, taking the pain and loneliness away bit by bit. A tear came to her eye, one of those she couldn’t exactly understand or even describe. Just a tear that told her it wasn’t just her mind that was overwhelmed by. I search your eyes for desire to see if it’s present and if you are content with this new level that our friendship has reached. You smile mockingly at me with a smirk to challenge and I can see the wonder and hope that I will accept it. I have always loved your mind, the way its intelligence stimulates me in unexpected ways. You are more than just a feast for the eyes and that is something that has always been a turn on for me. Looking in my eyes, you can’t tear your gaze away. You make me. I’ve already posed bare-breasted whilst Andrew took photographs. How much harder could it be to open my blouse, let Andrew take a couple of photographs of what he has already seen and allow the rest of the bar patrons to see what they’ve all but seen under my transparent blouse?’ Remembering the poster and the photos Andrew took by the Cypress Grove at the Villa Ronai the day before, she reassured herself, ‘I know I can pose topless for photographs, I’ve done it, and I’ve already been. ” Which she does, regardless.“Don’t mind me, just get on with the bomb. I trust you.” She rips all the clothes off her upper body and starts playing with her hard nipples.“What the fucking hell?” I try in vain to shackle my eyes and not glare at her as she’s tucking her hand into her combat trousers. She’s obscenity fingering herself while watching me thread the wires. “Mmm yeah, basic IED, almost too simple to arouse me,” she giggles. Then as if needing a catalyst, she tastes herself. Whatever.