Then she looked up at me and whispered, “Thank you,” before letting go of my hand. I lifted my hand from her shoulder and stroked her hair. Porn She was, as mentioned, wearing her glasses: small, steel-colored frames that I thought gave something of a hard look to her already angular features. “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Nadine?”
She stared at me, glassy-eyed. “I’m waiting for your answer, Nadine.”
By now she didn’t seem to be breathing in or out, or even blinking. I gave her hands a small squeeze with mine and she turned her topmost hand palm up to take mine. But I have to admit that I’ve wondered, more than once, whether you enjoy – or would enjoy, under the right circumstances – letting someone…take charge of you.”
She looked confused for a moment – then her eyes went wide as comprehension dawned. “Good girl. Nadine looked down at
