She was probably being watched all day and even those very personal, private trips to the Swimming Pond and the various distant seaside beaches at wee...ends, were probably observed.Well, be that as it may, her life was going on as planned. She wasn't going into purdah, becoming some kind of petrified hermit. Let them make their move, whenever and whichever! She would be ready for them and give them something to be sorry for! She hoped!The following few days of pre-Yuletidejollity in the City and. "I mean, you can draw the curtains over and strip now if you want to." Jessie's cheeks went a little red, but she smiled. "is that ok?" "of course!" her mum exclaimed. Jessie got back into the car and drew the curtains over. "besides, we can't see you, so you're fine" the car set off again, and Jessie drew the last of the curtains.She looked around, and once she was happy, she looked down at her clothes. she was wearing an LFC grey sports jacket, an LFC football shirt, a red skater skirt and. A small table under the only bare light bulb in the entire dwelling rounded off room's meager decor. From the small sink in the bathroom, the telltale sign of a leaking faucet resounded through the thin-walled room and out to the street below in an aggravating monotone.His host brushed the pans away from one of the burners unsympathetically, and drew some water from a small plastic pail on the floor, then hummed to herself in a melancholy oriental song as she lit the burner with matches from. Her sable body was clad in a lacy white camisole and equally lacy thong bikini. The camisole was so sheer he could see through it. Her petite, perfect breasts, their nipples erect, pressed against it. The white lace was a stark, beautiful contrast to her raven skin. Ben gazed at Tosha for a few moments, drinking in her pulchritude. Then, with trembling fingers, he undid the buttons holding the camisole shut and slid the straps down over her shoulders, baring those lovely breasts. He bent and.