“You’re terribly demanding, Malcolm,” she joked. He didn’t joke much, especially when he worked, but she was trying a little levity anyway, just to break the tension.
“That I am,” he agreed. “Now be a love and get ready for me.”
If he only knew how her brain swam with thought – especially with her body so immobilized. There was nothing else to do but think about her life.
Recreating the position the artist wanted took some effort, not physically as much as psychologically, with all the feelings about that pose having surfaced, and becoming conscious of them. Closing in on herself with her hands under her body…thinking of her ass prominently exposed as the erotic centerpiece…the secret wondering…guessing what those hands were doing, so obviously arranged at her cunt…and the facial expre
