I was startled. I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, Donna?"
Donna's face looked tantalizingly pink. "Nothing, Logan. Keep going."
How could I continue when she looked like she was in pain? I had to check with her whether I could go on. Donna replied shyly, "I'm fine. I'm not used to getting touched, so I feel a little uncomfortable. Don't mind me. Just continue inspecting it. I can take it."
The moment I heard what Donna said, I nearly lost my cool. What did she mean by discomfort? She was clearly highly sensitive!
I inhaled deeply. I touched her a couple of times leaving her moaning again. On the surface, it was hard to tell if she was enjoying it or in agony. After I was done inspecting her breast, she looked at me worriedly and asked, "How was it? Logan, is it smaller?"
I smiled sa
