The dramatic breakfast was finally over. How could it not be, when throughout the meal Evan's fingers had been constantly touching Rossie's smooth, soft white skin.

"Ssshh...ehhg...sir, please, aren't you telling me to eat?" Rossie sighed softly.

"Even though Rossie tried hard to restrain herself, her sighs still escaped as Evan's strong fingers continued to squeeze her twin peaks.

"You like it, Rossie. Just admit it. Don't hold back every sigh you want to let out. To me, your voice is very ...