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planted."
    "Do you wish to take them off?"
    "Not quite yet. She shifted. "The skirt vents a lot more now," she said, blushing as she handed me the bottle back.
    This was good. She was participating and seemed to like it. I took a bottle for myself and drank. The water cleared my mouth, which had grown dry.
    Dropping it, I flowed in and took her in my arms, kissing her. She kissed me back hard, her tongue pressing hesitantly, then more boldly than she ever had against my mouth.
    I twisted her to face the wall and pulled the dress up to her hips, uncovering her ass, shielding her with my body. She tightened, but kept her head turned so we could keep kissing. I took her up on the offer, working her mouth, teaching her how to give her passion up through her lips, her tongue.
    "You are so brave, Cara Mia." I cupped her ass cheeks and grasped her hips, pulling her to me hard. She wore a thong, much to my surprised pleasure. I had never seen her wear more than low-cut bikinis, never even knew she owned one. My dick was like wood and I humped against her. I could smell her musk, her sweat, and I groaned. "Brave and beautiful."
    I skated the bunny fur over her ass and ran the edge between her apples. She would have leaped away, but I held her tightly, then brushed the paddle over her back and shoulders through cut out in the dress. She tensed, and her hands splayed out over the concrete wall, the bracelet winking as she moved.
    We continued to kiss fervently. When we broke and I saw the man who had asked to use Cara Mia for a bondage subject had stopped to stare at us.
    "The dress on my hips," she said. "It feels," she giggled and her face flushed. "It feels naughty. Like nothing I've ever felt before."
    This didn't surprise me. I had rarely seen her naked. She moved from clothing to nightwear or a robe when she stepped out of the shower. Even our lovemaking had been done under a blanket in the dark. And always in missionary, face to face. Even raising her legs was hard for her, an embarrassing titillation.
    "You are so daring, Cara Mia."
    She laughed, shivering, as she allowed me to stroke her back. The bunny fur seemed to calm her so I rubbed her lightly with it, then nudged her chin around so I could look at her face. Her eyes were round and the whites very bright.
    "Stay here, just like this."
    I knelt behind her, her ass at face level. She tightened, nervous, and I laid a hand on her hip to steady her. She was excited no matter how nervous.
    "I can smell your musk."
    Her ass tightened as if to cut off that exclamation of her state, to give a lie to it."
    I kissed one cheek and gripped her when she would have jerked away. Making a trail with my lips, I began nipping and licking. Goosebumps rose up across that flesh and I slipped the hand that had held her hip between her thighs and climbed upward.
    She jerked, but stayed in place. The thong was sopping and I smiled. It was working. My finger teased the edges of her lips, the mouth of her sex.
    Her body tightened and I knew the moment her rules had won out over the moment.
    She bolted then to the corner crying, "Yellow. Yellow." It came out half growl, half cry as she turned to me. "I cannot do this. I can't," she said.
    "But you did."
    She had no answer, but her face reddened.
    After a moment, she asked, "Now what?"
    I stood up next to her. "I will back off. You didn't cry red, so I will give you space." I smiled at her. "See how much pleasure you give me?" I said, taking her hand and pressing it to my dick.
    She resisted, but touched it tentatively. "So hard," she said, "And all you've done is kissed me, touched me, and cut my dress."
    I took the knife out of my pocket and flicked it open. Her eyes got large and I could see her throat move as she swallowed.

Chapter 10
    She shivered as she watched me rub my fingers over the slick, soft material at the front of the dress, then pinch a bit, lifting it away. Suddenly I cut a swooping V, following the lines of the frogging to a point