About me: and that she should go without it. In her naivety,
Sophie had agreed. She now approached the bar
extremely conscious of her heavy breasts straining
against the thin fabric, and the gradual riding up
of the dress now only a few inches below her bare
and hairless pussy. She pulled the hem down as
best she could, and was relieved when she was
served by another barman. But Jack hadn`t took his
eyes off her. As she walked away with the drinks,
she could feel his eyes boring into her, and to
her
