Chapter 59

My abundant breasts had a pink tone on the nipples and were heavy enough to seem not to fit in just one hand, although Randall’s hands were quite large. Observing my breasts the way those who have just opened an unexpected gift, he noticed with great satisfaction that the nipples contracted. He touched only the tip of his finger, almost with a short nail, and observed as they tightened in response to the excitement.

“I don’t like my body very much,” I confessed, without containing myself. At least he seemed to be being honest, the way he had asked. “I always wanted the men who approached to like my brain more instead.”

“I don’t doubt that you won some for your intelligence, but your body is too beautiful to be hidden in this way,” he said in a hoarse voice, waiting until he saw that I appeared to be blushing, then smiled, touching my warm cheek with one of his fingers. “Let’s see if this tone of red will stay on your skin after a few hours possessing your body.”