They small for my body size.”“No,” I flatly replied. “You krutis are simply perfect. Don’t ever think about changing them or getting a boob-...job.”Zupena’s smile grew in wattage after my statement. She then slowly took her hands from her boobs and reached for my belt. When she looked up at me, she said, “I no get boob-job, Mike,” before her fingers skillfully undid my belt, my jean’s button and zipper. Her long fingers then curled between my skin and my boxers before she slowly tugged my jeans. I moaned, as I stared directly into his eyes.He reached over and ran a finger through my slit. I finally told him I could not wait anymore.He smiled, as he turned on the car’s engine. He drove to the third level, which was almost empty. He parked there at a dark corner.I got out and walked to the front of the car. He was sitting just looking at me. I lifted again my skirt; but this time I pulled down my cotton panties to my ankles. I saw him staring at my shaven mound. I was sure it was. The sheen on her face mirrored mine. The constant whirling and spinning around during our dances had soaked us with perspiration."I have to use the ladies room," Merritt said. Her tone indicated some urgency."Me, too," I croaked.She laughed at me. "Better not follow me in. The refresher is full of horny women It would be dangerous."I threw up my hands and felt an added flush in my cheeks."Right. I'll be using the men's room," I said, trying to humor her dry comment.Merritt laughed again, her. "Finish your drink." Kerrie felt another flood of humiliation and excitement. Part of her screamed "you know better, he doesn't own you" but another part whispered, quietly but with more power, "feels good, doesn't it?" It did. "I think your next tattoo should go right about ..." Mark slid his hand up her left leg until it was just inches from her crotch "...here." He traced a small circle. "Maybe a moon. Or one of those tribal symbols." Kerrie fought the urge to look around the room, to see if.