Chapter 3The moment Tran reached Rachel’s bedroom, she ushered them inside and shut the door tightly. She took one stultifying breath and then commanded, “Take off your clothes.”
“You don’t want to help?”
Tran smiled. She took off her own shirt with a practiced eased. She went for her bra behind her back with the same dexterity and then snapped it off. Her small breasts bounced at the action. Her dark n*****s were pulled tight, erect. She rubbed a finger over them and smiled.
“I don’t do sentimental,” she said again. “Just take off your clothes and get wet for me.”
“Halfway there.” Rachel placed a hand between her legs. She swore she could feel the wetness through her panties and jeans. Tran watched her with a curious gaze as she undid her own pants.
Rachel knew she was lagging behind
