I pop back into your room to see if you’re ready and you tell me about ten more minutes because you want to put on some make up. “Okay, I’ll wai...t for you downstairs” I reply. While I’m waiting I pour a Stoli over some ice and settle back into my favorite leather chair, since I know ten minutes means thirty or more. I turn on the television and enter the code to access the basement recording system to review the session we had earlier that day. I am so pleased with the way you took the torso. " She signaled the orchestra and all of the instruments remained silent but for the dull, hypnotic beating of the drums and the sharper, rhythmic clatter of the hardwood sticks on gourds. She fumbled for a moment behind her, then her halter top came off to be tossed off the floor of the stage. Her brown, beautiful breasts bobbed free, thrusting themselves out through the garlands of flowers that decorated her bosom. Her feet began the shuffling dance and her hands to move in the melting, liquid. Benson continued. "This wouldn't be a proper contest if wedidn't crown an ultimate winner."My heart started pounding as he picked up two more bundles of paper andhanded one to Mark and me! I looked down, and gasped. It was another duet,but..."You have 15 minutes," Mr. Benson told us. "Then we'll truly find outwhich of you is the better singer." He had an amused smile on his facethat neither Mark nor I shared.Mr. Benson directed us to the corner where the boys had been practicingearlier, and I. They both stood up as I slowly walked in, shirtless, and turned to face me.Betty was wearing a short cocktail dress, black, that fit her perfectly. Her slender shoulders, strapless, looked very appealing as did her bare, shapely legs. Her small breasts, obviously unrestrained, jiggled slighty as she stood up and her nipples pushed at the silky material covering them. Her eyes were bright green and sparkling. She looked beautifully elegant.My wife had put on, at my request, a red wrap-around.