Zora’s eyes melted. Pierre put his hand into the deep pocket of his yellow prison fatigue trousers, and Zora began to shiver like a leaf, and gave a series of little cries. XXX If anything, he seemed to be amused by me. Zora slipped off her uniform jacket and unfastened her tie, languidly unbuttoning her crisp, white shirt so that it fell open to the waist. She brushed her nipples with her thumbs, looking him boldly in the eyes, and then sucked lasciviously at her fingers, churning her wet tongue between them until they glistened moistly. She rubbed the shaft of the crop up and down Yelitza’s cunt; she stiffened but betrayed no other reaction. I think I tried to control the thoughts I had about Pierre’s history by trying to control him. Yelitza lifted her eyes to Zora for the first time, with a look of naked lust.
