MISSIONARY

"Hands at your sides. Now."

Denise didn't miss the tiny smirk that teased the corner of Jacquí's

mouth as she complied, and she vowed to give the woman far more than she

bargained for. Taking her time, she studied Jacquí's breasts. Perfect, of

course. Comfortable handfuls of firm flesh topped with slightly oval, tea-

stained nipples that puckered so invitingly. Denise's hands again twitched,

but for an entirely different reason.

"Yes, they're gorgeous." Denise confirmed the challenge in Jacquí's

eyes. "But you already know that. Touch them."

Jacquí nodded.

"No, not me. You. Put your hands on your tits. Show me how you

want me to touch them. Show me how you touch them when you think of

me."

Her expression went from one of confident defiance to one of

apprehension.

"You must not want me as much as you claim, then. Get out of my

way. I'll be going."