She smiled contentedly as his hands roamed her chest and when she was done with her shoes she leaned back with her arms behind her back, like she had... been trained. "Master..." she said softly, almost meekly "I'm scared." she confided in him as he continued to massage her ample breasts and tweak her perfectly round nipples. He looked at her thoughtfully, then leaned forward to suckle her left breast, his teeth clicking on the metal ring he had put through her nipple, speaking with is mouth. He looked good, Lara had to admit. He had an excellent physique that his tight shirt revealed, and his bare arms were corded with muscle. His bare face emphasized his jaw, and his hair brought the blue of his eyes. Hopefully it was enough of a difference that Gunny would not recognize the couple if—when—he came to the place to meet whoever it was he was here to meet.It seemed a bit of a long shot, coming to Fulsome to see who Gunny was meeting on the word of a dead man. What if Torque heard. He'd wanted to hit .407! The cheeky little bastard! The second-highest batting average in the league was .349.We had the Twins in the first round of the ALCS. The AL Central champions, the White Sox, were set to go against Seattle.I knew Paul Warren was searching everywhere for some kind of statistical argument to explain why we should be going into the Divisional playoffs scared to death of the Minnesota Twins. It was Paul's way. He'd keep looking up numbers until he found something to hang. .. But when she shifted, she spread her legs a little more. Feeling bolder now, I continued taking pictures when I unknowingly turned on the flash and took another picture Then her eyes opened and I froze. Like a kid being caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I didn't have a defense.She took a second or two talk, then she whispered, "What are you doing?" I was dumbfounded to say the least. My 33 year old aunt noticed my phone in my hand and smirked.My cock was sticking out, making a tent.