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“Then what is?” I search her face. “Please, let me take a peek at your breasts! I’m dying to see their shape, the form of your nipples, and the color of the areola.”

“Dying, you say?” She wriggles on my lap, making me realize my cock was prodding her. “Is that rigor mortis I’m feeling?”

I snort with laughter. “Don’t deflect, Camille.”

“I’m not.” She stares down at my bulge. “But this here is apressingmatter, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No.”

She tilts her head to one side, eyes crinkling with amusement. “No?”

“What I’m asking is to see you. If that leads to sex, I won’t complain. If not, that’s fine, too.”

“I won’t undress.” Her tone is categorical, and her eyes aren’t smiling anymore.

“Are you ashamed of your body?”

“Why would I be?”

“I don’t know. I’m asking you, Camille.”

She purses her lips.

I must get to the bottom of this.“Granted, you’re not bony enough to be a model. But models leave me cold. I’ll take shapely over bony any day! And you’re very shapely underneath all your layers.”

“You can’t know that.”

Riight. It’s clear what’s going on.She has a negative body image.

“I have some great news for you,” I say. “My hands loved your shape. I’m certain my eyes will love it, too.”

She averts her eyes.

Cupping her cheek, I force her to look at me. “So, sweetheart? Will you show me your breasts?”

“How about I bend over and lower my pants instead?”

My jaw drops.Did I get it wrong?Is her issue only with the breasts?

“God, yes!” My breath catches in my throat.

She gives me a saucy smile.

I need a moment before I can utter, “Please, will you do that for me?”

“Close your eyes.”

I obey at once.

She climbs off my lap. I hear clothes rustling.Is she doing it?Is the minx actually bending over and baring her ass for me?

“You can open one eye,” she says. “But keep the other one closed.”

“My lady’s wish is my command!”

Too eager to question her bizarre instructions,I open my right eye.

She’s facing me, fully dressed.

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