Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Whenweweretheresheheldoutherhands,shehadsuchalook,soIuntiedthem.Atonceshecamecloseandkissedmeagain,forwhichshehadtostandontiptoealmost.
Thenshedidsomethingreallyshocking.
Icouldhardlybelievemyeyes,shestoodbackastepandunfastenedherhousecoatandshehadnothingonbeneath.Shewasstark.Ididn’tgivenomorethanaquicklook,shejuststoodthere,smilingandwaiting,youcouldfeelit,formetomakeamove.Sheputupherarmsandbegantoundoherhair.Itwasdeliberateprovoking,standingtherenakedintheshadowsandfirelight.Icouldn’tbelieveit,ratherIhadtobelieveit,butIcouldn’tbelieveitwaswhatitseemed.
Itwasterrible,itmademefeelsickandtrembling,IwishedIwasontheothersideoftheworld.Itwasworsethanwiththeprostitute;Ididn’trespecther,butwithMirandaIknewIcouldn’tstandtheshame.
Westoodthere,shewasjustinfrontofmeshakingherhairlooseandIfeltmoreandmoreashamed.Thenextthingwasshecameupandbegantotakeoffmycoat,thenitwasmytie,andsheundidmyshirtbuttonsoneaftertheother.Iwaslikeputtyinherhands.Thenshestartedpullingmyshirtout.
Ikeptthinking,stopit,stopit,it’swrong,butIwastooweak.ThenextthingwasIwasnakedandshewasagainstmeandholdingmebutIwasalltense,itwaslikeadifferentmeandadifferentshe.
