Dancing? How could I think of myself dancing naked like a shameless harem girl in front of this man? What are these people doing to me? I never had thoughts like these before. Does Laura enjoy what happens to her here so much she keeps coming back year after year to be enslaved and exposed naked before strange, immoral men--does she really enjoy tempting them to ravish and torture her defenseless body?
One glance at my friend answered the question unmistakably. She was grinning up at her male companion feeding her, sighing, her emerald green eyes sparkling, as his free hand must be straying between her thighs under the table.
A touch on my naked breast jerked my attention back to Signor 166. His fingertips skated on the soft, shivering flesh of my bosom.
“They are lovely,” he said in a
