I had leaned back against the wall to prop myself up. Susan was leaning forward in the chair, her legs spread outside mine to get closer. Looking down... into her blouse, I could see her tits enfolded in a white lace bra. I unfastened the top button and slid my hand inside her blouse, cupping a tit, squeezing it, taking the nipple in my fingertips through the bra and pinching it. Susan seemed to like what I was doing, as she thrust her chest forward, pressing her tit into my hand. Meanwhile, her. Youcan dress and wear makeup and lingerie all you want. You can be a slutif you want. You are free Missy. No more frustration. You are free to bewho and what you want, to take and give what you want. You can make upfor lost time, Missy. You can be that hot little number again and be aswild and wanton as you want to be. You may have felt guilty then becausethose needs made you want to be wild, to take your passion over the topin an orgy of uninhibited pleasure. But now you can admit it, confess. I got into real estate a while back and over time it replaced my day job right handily. By some measures, I'm in debt to my eyeballs — but income covers it and brings me five thousand to live on and another ten to stick in new investments, so I'm good. I lived about a hundred miles away, but I wouldn't miss my apartment — it's just a place. Hard work kept me away from women -- except for the occasional financial transaction; I don't look rich and I'm not handsome and women don't rush to slide. I don’t do bondage anymore.’ Jennifer declared aloud in the empty apartment. She thought about the book instead. Thinking about the technical aspects, the parts that made it clear to her that Bill had written it. The main characters were likable enough, and the ending was kind of heart wrenching. The sex scenes though, they were incredible. Jennifer remembered the orgasms she had experienced while tied up, but the ones described, they blew away anything she had experienced before. It couldn’t.