“Yes,” her answer was a quiet whisper.“Or I could do this?”I crossed my arms around her, so my right hand was on her left breast and vice vers...a. I gently massaged them and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, just like Tasha had taught me, and continued to kiss her neck and shoulder.“Yeeessss,” Lissa hissed softly.“Or I could do this?”I released one hand and slid it down her stomach and rubbed her vagina while still fondling her breast and kissing her neck and shoulder.“Oh. A man and a woman wearing only their underwear were helplessly bound and gagged on the floor. Tied so that each had their face in the other’s crotch, their struggles seemed more and expression of abandon to their situation than of any intention to escape. “Would you like a drink?” She nodded to wards her two captives. “Normally I’d get one of them to serve but that would mean untying an awful lot of knots if you don’t mind...”Amused by June’s matter-of-fact approach to the problems of. I was in awe of her and the way she kissed me. My hands wandered to her neck and I gently stroked around her hairline. She uttered small gasps as I did this and our kissing grew more intense. My hands wandered to her breasts which were small but sensitive. My fingers brushed her nipples through the material of her shirt and she gasped. I now firmly took her left breast in my hand, caressing it as she moaned. Her hand now eased to the front of my jeans, feeling for my cock. I slowly unbuttoned. Andyou'll be in there as well, anonymously, in multiple guises, sohopefully after a while people will think to themselves - haven't I seenher before already? - and then when I take the project to a gallerythere'll be all this stuff, but also portraits of you, photos andpaintings, as a real person, not just the stereotype stuff I've beendoing today, but they'll recognise you from before and they'll reassessall this stuff about costumes and roles and personas. Do you see what Imean?" Um, not.