Gwen wanted to test her newfound desire for payback. She had an idea as she shifted in her chair, shrugging her shoulders and allowing her robe to slip down, exposing one bare shoulder and the top of her left breast, visible through the lavender-colored silk of her nightgown. She felt her n****e becoming problematic, and that pleasurable feeling triggered a slight tremor, starting deep within her. Knowing that a woman had this kind of power over a man even stimulates her desires. It shook her slightly. She knew Brock would get a glimpse of one breast covered by her nightgown, with the outline of her n****e pushing against the delicate material. She wondered what kind of reaction this might bring from him. In the past, he would be all over her by now. Brock sipped his coffee; he'd had no il
