I closed my eyes and enjoyed the connection we had.She sat up smoothly, pulling her arm close to her side. In one fluid motion, she slipped the strap ...of her top down around her elbow, and then pulled her arm out of the loop. In the dusky light, I could still make out her eyes glinting at me.“Do you want me to flash you again?” she asked softly.I nodded and mumbled a vague affirmative, watching the silhouette of her curvy waist move sinuously in front of the dark navy of the sea night behind. Crystal and Janelle helped Hannah wash the camo paint off her body and that made the three women even more determined to get together again – soon... “Hannah, you need to keep your pussy shaved. When you come back we’ll paint up again. You have yet to experience having a man in your pussy while you’re painted up in camo!”“Crystal! I’ve never had a man!”“Then just come back next week. We’ll shave your pussy and take care of that too while you’re here.”“Would you really? I mean ... you mean .... "Yes. In my trunk," Tate answered, trying not to hyperventilate."Great. Can you give me your keys?" Yes. Yes. Yes. That could work," Tate reasoned while he reachedinto his purse and pulled out his keys before he asked, "Can you comein here?" Sure," Amber replied before she hung up the phone and got to her feet.She walked over to his door and knocked upon it before Tate let her in.He pressed his back against it as she stepped into this office.Tate gave her his keys and said, "Please hurry.". " That's good to hear," said Ethan. "Because she was canoodling with Sanford Smith." Who the fuck says 'canoodling?'" My grandfather used to," said Jordan."Was he as big of an asshole as you are?" Ethan asked."No," said Jordan. "He was a bricklayer. He couldn't afford to be as big of an asshole as I am. Bricklayers don't get famous."The model on Jordan's arm laughed as if he'd said something funny. Ethan wondered if he had. A few weeks of working in the upper echelons of fashion had made him.