When Adi looked up, he saw that the model was facing him. Strong, muscular, she was holding the position as steady as a statue. He drunk in the broad shoulders and strong upper arms, the round firm breasts, the dark pink moons of her n*****s, and her broad slightly tanned feet. Then he registered that it was the same woman they had encountered in the courtyard. Her pale skin glowed in the natural light and there was the b****y knee, red and angry-looking.
She was studying him through half-closed lids as if she was turning the tables, mirroring his gaze and fixing him with her own. Every time he looked up from his pad, she was still fixed on him. He blushed, became flustered, and struggled to regain his composure. It seemed as if she was laughing at him and he kept his head down to avoid a
