“Damn it!” she muttered before pointing a finger at me. “You need to stay out of things like this!”I gave a surreptitious glance to her crotch... and smirked.“There are a lot of things I’m not interested in getting into,” I noted.She gave me the finger and I heard a sigh from my left.“I think everybody has met Morrie Epstein,” Liz said from that direction.The lawyer gave a little wave.“One certainly does have to keep his wits about him around here,” he said. “I’m afraid I let Travis string me. He glances at my hands now stroking the sculpture and he smiles again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I start to warm in spite of my soft sundress flowing loosely around me.My glittering Italian sandals catch on the floor as I step back, tripping me. The Artist catches me before I fall, pulling me tightly into his arms. I feel the pulse of electricity between us as I straighten up and put my hands to his hard chest. He smells divine. Like leather, musk and man.I look up, beneath my long. I lifted my head, looked her in the eyes, and nodded, embarrassed that I actually enjoyed this when I shouldn’t. “Touch your nipples!” she ordered. I gently touched them. A jolt of electricity shot through them which surprised me. I looked up at her. “Continue!” I did, and it felt warm but also wrong with her watching me play with myself. I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment, but then I felt that it really should be her fingers on my breasts, and I opened my eyes to look into hers. “Thank. I went to my garage while Pamela was getting cleaned up and I called Annette. She agreed to help with Pamela’s introduction into the CommunityShe would come to my cabin the beginning of next week for Pamela’s piercing and to cut and style Pamela’s hair to my preferences. Nothing drastic, I preferred Pamela’s hair long as that was one of her mandates.The setting for the haircut was very important. Just as important was how it would be cut; Pamela no longer had any say about her hair, including.