She made no effort toward stopping the hotly aroused older man as he slipped inside her blouse and parted the buttons with an outward pressure of his hand. He cupped her brassiere-encased breasts, sending tiny licking flames of passion over her flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced through the softly pulsing tips of the firmly responding mounds as he eased up the flimsy cloth cups and rolled the hardening naked nipples teasingly between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the heat of his breath rushing against her ear as he moved his head to bring his lips down to again lock wetly upon hers.

Subconsciously she thrust her tongue hungrily at him and he sucked it deeply into the wetness of his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like hot, burning fire to her!

He eased his head away and whispered: "Let me take your clothes off darling. I want to see all of you naked…"

Abruptly, realization of what she was doing struck her, and again the old fears and horrors returned. She thought about breaking away and running… running to get lost… but she doubted now that her legs would ever carry her!

"Come on, darling," he groaned in his all consuming desire for her.

Weakly she rolled her head back and form in limp protest but he moved over her regardless his arm embracing her as her hand went flat against his warm muscular chest, the soft patch of silk-like hair tickling her palm. His mouth was glued to hers once more, his tongue sliding between her lips and past the barrier of her small white teeth and she discovered she was sucking it and thrusting back her own tongue.

Unconsciously she let his hand slowly slide her blouse off and then his fingertips were raking the tiny, erectly throbbing nipples, squeezing and rolling them as he had done to her before.

Miriam's breath came in tiny mewling gasps, and the muscles of her body were as taut as bow-strings as she reacted involuntarily to the delicious teasing of Roger's fingers.