I wasn't ready for round one!

Oh my God, this tickling is unbearable. I squirm and trash, but I know it’s fruitless. I’m beginning to resign myself to the fact that I’m going home naked tonight. I burst out laughing again, and this time he snips the front clasp of my beautiful pink bra. That was $50, asshole. Josh removes the last garment protecting my breasts and begins to fondle them. His hands feel soft to the touch and he’s surprisingly gentle. He rubs my nipple and warmth pulses in my nether regions. I want to protest, but what can I say? I agreed that he could touch me anywhere he wanted, as long as he didn’t have sex with me. I am about as close to being fucked without actually getting fucked as is humanly possible.

“When you first got here, I got the feeling that you thought you were better than me,” Josh chides. “You came here wearing that low cut shirt saying I wasn’t going to see anything, but what you think and what actually happens doesn’t always match up, does it?”