“That’s okay by me.”
“Proud of it, huh?”
What do I say to that, I wondered?
“Turning around will cost you five extra swats,” Tina said.
“Fine,” I agreed, hoping I wasn’t hasty. “I can take it.”
“If you say so,” Tina said, and I heard her sit down on the ottoman to the right of me.
“Can I?”
“Yes,” she replied, and I turned fully to look down at her, sitting under me, topless and smiling.
She wasn’t a busty girl by any means, but she had firm t**s, 36B’s I’d guess, slightly pointy, but full just the same. Her coloring was slightly olive, as was her face and arms, her belly tight but not cut. She looked quite pretty just sitting there, I thought, topless in her short skirt and modest heels. A nice sexy picture with her chestnut hair just tickling her shoulder blades, her arms not over
