Sigrid gasped aloud, a violent shiver surging through her frame.
It was the first time in her entire life a man had ever laid hands upon her chest. Yet, she didn't pull away.
His eyes drifted downward.
"Ever since I sat on your back, I've been watching them."
Sigrid's breath caught. "Watching what?"
"Your breasts." He said it without shame, without hesitation. "The way they move when you walk. The way they bounce when you run. The way they sway with every step you take."
Sigrid's face burned.
"They're..." She swallowed hard. "They're just...they're simply a part of me. I can't control how they move!"
"No, you can't. And that's what makes them so mesmerizing." He reached out and lightly cupped one breast through her blouse. "Now I finally get to see what's been powering all that movement."
The contact sent electricity arcing through her body.
"I want to see if they jiggle even more without these restraints."
"You said this was an...an objective evaluation..."
