She got up to make herself another drink, but this time the photographer grabbed at her, pinching her breast as she passed him and grabbing her blouse by the collar. She struggled to pull away from him, but as she pulled, he yanked and the buttons of her blouse scattered over the floor and her smooth white skin, and the luscious mounds of her breasts were revealed in their almost nakedness.
"My, you are anxious," Warren chided him.
She tried to hide her breasts by folding her arms over her chest, then ran toward the bedroom to change her clothes, but Warren blocked her way.
"No sense in changing your clothes, you may ruin others if you do."
"Oh no ... she nearly screamed, but afraid that the other man would slap her again if she did. "You can't do this, Sam will be home in an hour or s
