Upon her head was awhite satin cap with ribbons flowing down her black hair, to hershoulders. She was dressed like the French Maid that Robert had see...nin the girlie magazine hid under his bed.Jane washed his hair and finally Robert was instructed to get out ofthe bath. He covered his manhood with his hands and Jane smiledwarmly, as she wrapped a large fluffy towel around his shoulders. Oncehe was dry, Jane powdered Robert with a perfumed talc, slipped a shortwhite towelling robe over the naked. "Leanne, this is George, my policeman friend that I told you about."I nodded nervously at the newcomer, he seemed to cut an imposing figureof authority and he scared me totally."Hello, it's Leanne isn't it? Donald has told me something of yourstory, but perhaps you would like to repeat it for me." He took a smallcassette recorder out of his pocket as he spoke and I eyed it inhorror. He saw my look. "Don't worry about this Leanne, it only helpsme if you decide to go further, I have to be sure of. Slamming on his brakes he exited the car at a run, drawing his pistol as he went, holding it out in front of him in preparation for adopting the classic 'Weaver' stance if he had to.He circled the house and when he found the kitchen door open, its glass broken, he knew he had miscalculated when he had thought Beckwith would be fleeing."Beckwith, you stupid bastard." He muttered to himself as he moved cautiously through the house. He could hear the commotion of a struggle upstairs and climbed. Another giggle burst from my lips. “I need to free my titties. I bet you want to see them.”Why did I say that? It was so hot in here. I couldn't think. I just had to...bare my titties.“Yes, let's see those gorgeous titties,” Alice purred.“Uh-huh,” I grinned as my blouse slipped off my shoulders. I reached behind me and freed my big titties. They bounced out of my bra and jiggled. “Wow, look at them. They're so big and round and big.” I squeezed them. “I have titties.”“Yes, you do,” Frank.