Missy Davis Nude Novels & Stories

I said, "I imagine there is a nice pair of titties and the pretty pussy that you want me to see." She laughed and said, "Maybe I'll let you pet my pussy sometime." "Do you wear that suit to sunbathe during the week?" She said, "Actually no. I usually sunbathe nude." "My imagination was going wild now." I said. "I imagine Dave likes seeing you with an all-over tan." "Yeah. He likes to take pictures of me." "Really, naked pictures?" "Oh yes." I said, "I'd like to see some of those." "No chance."

He said. I waved a hand airily. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine." The right-hand man gave me a once-over, his scrutinizing eyes moving from my dirty and disheveled hair to the grimy, sweat-stained nightdress I had on. His eyes stopped at my bare feet before trailing its way back to my face. "Are you sure you are fine, Miss Davis? You look and smell like you haven't had a shower in days." Embarrassment heated my cheeks. "My personal hygiene is none of your business."