" "I know them," he frowned, strawberry-blonde hair sticking up from him in spikes, "I've studied them for years. I shall not forget them." Persepho...ne smiled. "Good" she said, fidgeting with her clasp. It clicked open, and she tossed the cloak aside. She stood there, lit by the bright fluorescent synth-algae on the cave walls, braids and knots pained up her thighs and ribs, all naked except for a frilly strip of leather hanging from her neck, dangling in her cleavage and covering her belly. So does that still count?’ I drew in a deep breath. ‘Because I do want this. I just don’t know how and I do it a lot, but I hate making a fool of myself.’ ‘Michelle, I don’t want you to ever think you can’t tell me if you want something or not. I want to know every thing that turns you on and off. I want you to know I’ll never use those things against you. Mostly I want you to never feel foolish being honest with me. Honesty is really fucking sexy to me.’ ‘Now do you or do you not own a. " She thought some more, then said, "Alright. We'll try it." They spent a few more minutes setting up the deal. Donna dutifully counted the cigarettes left in her open pack and the packs left in her carton. She swore on her honor that she would buy no more, without reporting them to Bill. Bill left it up to her when she would "cash in" however many smacks she earned. Bill's last condition was that she take them bare-bottomed. At first she protested, but he reasonably argued that it would be too. Then I saw my cousin’s hands moving on her legs. I kept up my movement on her breasts and heard her moan softly. She arched her back to move them tighter into my hands. She didn’t seem to notice Tim’s hands as they slowly moved under her skirt. From her lack of resistance as he slid his hands over her hips, I knew that I’d soon be seeing more than her thighs and tits, and I was all for it. I saw the skirt move up her thighs until her panties were exposed and Tim’s hand was moving to cover her.