Denise hurried out of her clothing. When she was nude, she stretched on her toes, feeling her body go taut, feeling, too, the bloat of her breasts and the hard protrusions of her n*****s as they extended outward from their centers. And she felt her thighs shivering together in anxiety. Her stomach muscles did the same thing. They stammered and rippled as if they were making ready for violence.
When Denise stepped from the darkness of the small room into the well-lighted larger room, her eyes smarted. She looked around. There was no sign of the man. She felt a second's fear that he might have left, that he was playing a game and her presence at his home was only a sham. But it was not so. She heard the sound of movement from the other end of the room and saw a door open from a room that wa
