Harry Burns pulled her close to him, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He was growing more confident by the second and lewd, obscene thoughts of the things he would do to this young soft body once it had reached the stage of helpless submission ran in delicious kaleidoscopic pictures through his mind. Man, he grinned secretly to himself, he would turn her every way but up and then maybe that way too. She'd know she had been f****d when he finished with her, that was sure.
On the screen a man sat looking at a book. At first glance, it appeared as though he were reading it but the angle of the camera turned and it could be seen that he had photographs secreted between the pages. His eyes gleamed as he studied them and
