. and do you like my little titties Mr Keith-from-the-river?”Keith Poata once again found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t everyday that he ...ad a fifteen year old girl asking him to give an appraisal of her ‘titties’.Keith gave another nervous swallow before turning to look down at the girl’s puffy breasts. They indeed were very cute. The skin around the yet undeveloped breast region had just the faintest hint of a residual tan line from six months of constant exposure to the air and the. In return she moaned even more unable to form a coherent word. Once he saw her eyes had glazed over and a blissful look had come across her face he slowly pulled his hand away from between her legs and slid it up her side to massage her other breast. Feeling her warm soft skin beneath his hands was a sweet torture and one he planned on drawing out for as long as possible, but not here. Quickly he stood up and handed her bra back to her and pulled her shirt from under the bed. . Okay," Sally replied reluctantly. Then glaring at Andy she added, "But you can be damned sure that it's the first thing I'm going to check when I get back to Washington!"She paused for a moment and then shrugged. "But that wasn't so important, anyway. How about food? Slaves are entitled to their rice ration. We get one scoop of boiled rice a day. Me? You make me eat tournedos, filet of beef Wellington, grilled scampi..." Glaring at Andy she demanded, "Where's my rice!?"Andy just shook her head. He reached to her shoulders and gently rubbed her soft skin, feeling the tiny microscopic hairs with his fingers and firmly deeply kneading her shoulder muscles in his firm grip. She closed her eyes and sighed as he carefully examined the texture of her skin, the shine of her hair, the shape of the contours of her neck, shoulders and jaw, gently, lightly stroking each feature with wonder uncommon for the years of their marriage. He pleasured the Queen like this for several minutes until she.