Keep Your Hands to Yourself
Keep Your Hands to Yourself After I'd gently cupped her chest, Brittaney quickly reminded me that there was no touching. "Even if I wanted you to, Brian won't allow it," she said. "And I don't want you to." But there was something so irresistible about that white vinyl tube top thing she was wearing... the sheen caught my eye and I felt like some kind of bird, helpless in the face of anything that caught the light in a certain way. "Okay, that's it," Brian, the night manager,...