" Dunno what you're talking about," Ron lied, his mind racing."Oh, calm down. It's Nude Day, and if I was worried about someone seeing me naked, I wou...ldn't be out celebrating in my back yard." Err ... Okay, I really don't know what you're talking about." Ron, stop lying. I saw you watching, and I know you were taking pictures, too. That could get you in a lot of trouble, you know? Especially if you start showing it to other people. Bring the memory cards or whatever over here right now.". His mind drifted back to the photograph. The one he’d barely been able to tear himself away from. “It stays longer than I thought,” he mused, finding her eyes. She stared back at him. He knew what it did to him, to see that bruise marking that stolen moment between them. He suddenly wished he could just climb into her thoughts and know what it was she felt. “You see it every day…” he said, searching her features for some indication of whether it affected her. She nodded, but still didn’t. She excused herself from the table and walked a little away from him. She exaggerated her walk to excite him more. A low growl came from him as she walked. She picked up her cell phone and texted Michael, "Where are you? Jamal is ready. You better get home or you will miss the show." Michael immediately returned a text, "I will be there in ten minutes. Finish dinner and get him into the bedroom. I will sneak in and watch you." Rebecca returned to the table. Jamal finished his meal and waited. But then I "used" to be a guy. Ialso never wore the bra size of 52EE or very tight clothes that show offmy very slender very firm body with legs that go from here to Hell andback and an ass that men would love to fuck forever. My hair was blacknot blonde, my eyes were hazel not a piercing pale blue and I was prettyintelligent now I'm dingy as hell only thinking of how to pleasuremen/women with my body. I'm writing this because my Mistress ordered me to, and she gets whatevershe wants, or she.