Unbuttoning her shirt slowly the man shifted in his seat. He started to pull on her breasts. Still holding it to her body she lowered the bra to her waist and dropped it. Leaning forward he took her gently by the chin and lifted her face until their eyes met. Gently brushing his nose over the cleft of her mound he sharply breathed in through the nose and drew his head gazing up her body to her face turning a deep shade of red. Letting go of her and opening the draw in the table next to him, he pulled out a large shiny metal ring. She was almost frozen in place and had given up all pretence of dancing her arm stuck to her sides. Gently brushing his nose over the cleft of her mound he sharply breathed in through the nose and drew his head gazing up her body to her face turning a deep shade of red. Pulling her arms free she pulled the shirt back and forth like she was drying her back. He tasted of ash. Zack had told her to wear the skirt and socks but told her to just wear a warm jacket.
