Not for readers younger than 18. “Take it off Abby” he demanded looking so fierce but sexy. “As you wish master” I returned . I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly. “Don’t rush things Abby” he would always warn. I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself. I was about unhooking it but then he interfered. “Stop Abby, don’t move” He said to me while he sat down on his seat gazing at me. “Imagine me walking round where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook” He tried creating an invincible scene in my head. My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.