I stroked Jennifer’s bottom and slim flanks gently, enjoying the heat radiating from her apple-red buttocks and the upper slopes of her thighs, and the relative coolness of her mid-thighs where her panties were bunched. I patted her hot little bottom again, because it was irresistible, then squeezed her. She sighed. She liked being under my hand.
What was I going to do about this? Jennifer would do whatever I said. Without limit, I knew that. But although something had become personal between us, very personal, I still had to protect her and her interests.
’m going to have to cut here, though. This has been published and my publishers don’t want free competition from me. You can read it here.