Her breasts on the other hand seem entirely out of proportion with her body. They are a large C/D cup and protrude straight out without a hint of sag.... Her breasts, combined with her small frame and hips make them look even larger, and it's a near impossibility to not have your eyes drawn to them when talking to her. Her lack of trust in almost everyone has prevented even the most eager guys from getting too close. I'm sure that there's thousands of dollars of therapy potential laying in wait. His voice held a hint of command and she could see herself wanting to be held his sexual captive. “To be tied up. To be at the complete mercy of someone’s play.” Christie closed her eyes as she spoke, imagining being his. His touch startled her as he grasped her hand. She felt his thumb stroke her wrist and his fingers caressed the back of her palm. He got up and stepped closer, leaving a slip of paper in her hand. His body heat pressed against her as he leaned in, cheek to cheek. He. Her crotch was burning, felt even tighter then ever, painfully tight over her cunt. Her clit ached to be stroked and rubbed and licked and sucked. She needed to put her hand down there and squeeze, rub. Take the painkillers and go, go, go. Walking out of the door she felt she was a predator, stalking its prey on her stilettos.Nothing like some good red wine to put all that behind you. The pain wasn't so bad now although it was still coming in waves. It was good to see her friends but most had. She was a beautiful girl with long light-brown hair. Her legs were tan, curvy and lean. Her cat-like green eyes had me mesmerized. She was wearing an orange bikini with the word ‘Juicy’ across her bottom. And juicy it was. I wanted her. I became completely distracted from my mission. All I could think about was pulling her bikini bottom to the side, pressing my mouth against her, feeling the softness of her skin, and tasting the sweet nectar that would be flowing out of her pussy. I felt my own.