Her stomach muscles quivered under his light, delicate, feathery touch. His fingers moved lower and stopped at her navel. He took the small one karat ...diamond sun belly ring between his fingers and admired it momentarily, remembering he purchased it as a gift for her eighteenth birthday.Slowly, his fingers moved further south over her bare mound. The absence of pubic hair still amazed him; young women had changed so much since his day. He heard a slight gasp escape Sydney’s mouth as his fingers. I entered the circle with my usual aplomb. I move among them, quietly touching shoulders and saying greetings. Gunga Din waves me over to where he and Seth are sitting. It would seem I have made a friend by beating him in our sparing match."Good of you to come," he flashes a smile at me. Seth gives me a nod of greeting."Did you sent me the note?" I ask."Note, what note?" he looks flustered at me. Guess it was not him."No worries." I pat him on the arm."I was disappointed to hear you have been. Come on in. Janis watched as her father entered the room. Normally she would get up to greet him, but she was just too tired. "Forgive me for not getting up, but I had a shitty day at work. I swear the people working with me are a bunch of fucking idiots." Janis, I told you I don't like you using that type of language," said her father in a rather stern voice. "I didn't raise you to be a trash mouth." Dad I had a hard day at work. All I want to do is sit here and relax." replied Janis.Her dad. What?s your name, dear, mine?s Francesca.? ?My wife calls me Debbie, but at work I am known as Derek.??Just let me ease your knickers off, Debbie, then we can start on your shirt.?Once more a gentle touch. ?Now don?t sit up, Debbie; you may have neck injuries. I shall have to cut this shirt off. We can?t take it over your head.? My shirt and camisole were slit up the sides and the pieces consigned to the waste bin, then I felt Francesca unlatching my bra. ?I think I?ll slip this and.