She covered her nipples coyly, as though she was surprised her bra had let loose. Her small hands lifted those awesome tits back into their prominent ...position, offering that magnificent cleavage once again. I slid the bill and business card between them. She enveloped my hand and leaned into my ear, whispering "That kinda money could'a gotten you a lap dance, handsome." I kissed her gently on the cheek and replied, "Maybe later, baby. Come see me. Please."I hoped I hadn't sounded desperate. I. Even with the blindfold on, I knew instinctively to open my mouth as he fed me his cock covered with whipped cream. After he was sure I had also cum, he curled up beside me and held me as he fell asleep. I was still tied spread eagle on the bed with my blindfold still in place. His head was nestled at my neck. He had his right hand on my left breast and I felt him gently squeeze it once in a while. His right leg was over my hips and I could feel his limp cock as it laid against my leg. I could. ’ Maureen leaned back slightly, ‘Understand? What’s not to understand?’ Andrea saw and sensed the growing impatience, ‘Has Cal said anything about your legs?’ Maureen looked down at her legs, the scars, the dozens of striated white lines that betrayed years of surgeries and therapy, ‘No, I don’t think he’s noticed. Does it matter?’ Andrea asked, ‘Have you thought about what you’re going to tell him?’ Maureen answered, ‘I don’t know. I’ll tell him I was hurt, and had work done. I don’t think. This was far too good a way of writing about repressed female sexuality to let go. The photos: I took one photo of a picture I cut out from a magazine article about a carousel. The other I took of a Valentine’s card I was given by a friend. He found it in an auction house in London where he was working. I used to go for long tramps over Hampstead Heath with my friend, followed by afternoon tea. I was very bad in those days at picking it up when someone admired me, rather like the heroine of.