Reflexively, she criss-crossed her hands in front of her pubis, blocking my view.  Her modesty amused me.  Maybe it was part of her game.
I decided to play along with her.  "Are you shy, Laurie?"

     "Yes," she half-whispered.

     "We're both girls, you needn't be.  Didn't I let you look between my legs earlier?"

     Her face reddened, remembering.  "But you were wearing panties.  I'm naked there now.  And I hardly know you.  I'm scared."

     "Move closer to me, Laurie."

     Like a scared bunny rabbit, she inched forward, her hands still covering her lower abdomen.  "Such a pretty little girl," I whispered, placing my hands on her wrists.  "Don't be scared."  Gently, I urged the hands apart.  She offered no resistance, parting her hands at my soft insistence.

     Her pussy was unbelievably beautiful.  Why she didn't want to show off something as soft and pretty as the blonde curls which adorned her
pubis was beyond me.  The triangle of hair was not thick at all; in fact, the slit dividing the folds of her pussy was quite evident through the
curls.  My face was only inches away from the exquisite beauty of her fleece.  Leaning forward, I moved my lips to pouting hairs, reveling in
their softness.  The smell of her sex drove me wild.

     "You're beautiful," I softly whispered as my lips mouthed their words on the golden triangle.  When I gently blew warm air into the hairs
beneath my lips, Laurie visibly shuddered as she pushed her lower abdomen against my mouth, pleading for more.  I planted hundreds of tiny kisses all over her pubis, encouraged by her increasingly heavy breathing.  I was careful, though, not to wander too far between her legs, now parted slightly, for fear of touching off something I didn't want to start quite yet.  She had to pay for her rewards first, and I didn't want to spark
the flames of passion quite yet.

     Finally, I moved my head back, still staring at the splendid golden fleece, unable to take my eyes from her.  My hands, which had been
holding her hips for support, traveled to her backside, where I softly kneaded the firmness of her buttocks.  My movements caused her to hiss
loudly between her teeth, in obvious enjoyment of my endeavors.

     "You really know how to turn me on," she said huskily, looking down at my dark hair.

     "I've only just begun," I whispered, moving my hands to her front and grasping the lowest button of her blouse with excited fingers.  "You know," I continued as I undid the first button, "I could really get into you, honey.  I've never met anyone quite like you."

     The button snapped apart and I moved to the next one.  "You are almost too sexy, too perfect.  I should have met you years ago."  She
looked down in silence, listening to my meandering, and watched the second button slip from its hole, opening beneath my fingers to expose
her belly button which, by leaning forward, I softly kissed, then tongued, pretending it to be a sexual opening. 

     As I worked the tip of my tongue in a maddening circle around her belly button, I worked the third button of her blouse loose.  Moving my
head back, I looked up.  The blouse was sufficiently opened to afford me a view of the lower cups of her lacy, delicately embroidered bra.  I
needed to see more.

     My fingers found the fourth button.  "I should have made you take this off for me, but I like doing it myself."  I watched intently as the
button snapped open, exposing more of her sexy, white bra.  The bra cups were even larger than I had imagined.  She was now biting her lower lip, nervously, as she watched my fingers move to the fifth, and final,
button. 

     "You didn't need this blouse anyway.  At least not for what we're going to be doing," I husked as I finished unbuttoning her blouse.

     "I feel a little more nervous now," she said softly as I arose from my seat and stood in front of her, holding each half of the parted
material. 

     "Not to worry," I said, "you'll enjoy what I have planned for you."  With these words, I opened her blouse completely, pushing the garment
over her shoulders, letting it glide gently down her arms, then tossed it to the side. 

     She stood before me now, naked save for her pretty bra.  "You look good in sexy things," I whispered, my eyes fixed upon the embroidered
flowers and lace of the obviously well-filled cups.  Slowly, I moved my hands to the outside of her tits, then squeezed them both.  As she took a
long, deep breath, savoring the feel of my gently kneading hands, I moved my thumbs over the center of each cup and pressed in against the now
turgid nipples beneath. 

     Laurie's body seemed to spasm to my touch.  "My nipples are extremely sensitive," she said, her voice cracking in desire.

     "I can tell," I whispered, running my thumbs over the nipples for a moment longer.  "Now let's see what they look like."  Leaning into her, I
embraced the near naked girl.  Our breasts met, pressing against each other.  Reaching around behind her, I grasped the center of the strap
with fumbling fingers.  I must admit that even I was slightly nervous now, anticipating her total, beautiful nakedness. 

     Finally, the strap unhooked, but I continued to press my chest into her, holding the front of the bra in place even as the shoulder straps
slid down her arms and she dutifully eased her arms free of them.  She pressed her whole body into mine, emphasizing her bony pubis by grinding
it ever so slightly into mine.  Even through my skirt, I could feel her pussy hairs.

     I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss her.  Leaning my head back slightly, our eyes met.  There was a fire deep inside them that yearned
to be extinguished.  I could read her hunger for sex like a book inside her mind.  Her lips were slightly opened, as if she knew what I was
thinking.  Her eyes closed just before mine, and our lips melded in a frenzy of unbridled passion.  We embraced and kissed for such a long time
that I lost track of just how long.

     Without breaking our lustful embrace, I moved my right hand between us, to the center of her chest, and grasped the loosened bra. With one
smooth motion, I pulled it downward, removing the final vestige of her clothing.  I then moved my hand to the middle of her back and pressed her
even harder into me, knowing she was now completely naked, crushing the breasts I had still not seen into me.

     Our tongues moved in and out of each others mouths; our lips and teeth sucked and nibbled and bit and fought each other in an all out war. I don't remember ever having been this hot, this intense, this passionate in my entire life, and I've known hundreds of lovers, male and female.
Each hot kiss seemed to inflame her even more, causing her abdomen to gyrate into mine.  She needed this as much as I did, and there was no
pretense about it.

     When our kiss broke at last, I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead.  I moved one step back from her, then opened my eyes to her
total nakedness.  Her full, coral nipple-tipped breasts, were out of this world!  I loved the white, creamy-smooth texture of the skin, their
gentle sway, the soft contrast of stark whiteness with the pink, silver dollar-sized areolas surrounding the nipples, and even the nipples
themselves which pointed firmly outward, as big as the size of the tip of my pinky.

     "Beautiful.  Just beautiful,"  I whispered.  I wanted to be naked, like her, to take her and make mad, frenzied love to her.  But there
would be time for that later.  I hadn't bought her at the auction just to make love to her.

     "I want you to come with me, Laurie, to a special room."

     She smiled nervously, then said, "Now?  Don't you want to make love to me first?"

     "I'd love to, but I have to work you over first.  Remember what you came here for?"

     She lowered her head, partly out of her innate subservience, but mostly out of sorrow that I was not going to take her then and there and
put out the fire inside her.  I reached out and took her hand in mine, then led her down the hallway past my bedroom, to a locked door.  I
permitted no one to enter this room unless I was present, not even the servants.  She stood next to me, her arms at her side, as I unlocked the
door, opened it, then beckoned her in with a gesture of my hand.  She walked past me, nervously, into the darkened room.

     Moving behind her, I followed, then closed the door behind us, leaving us in pitch blackness.  The sound of the door locking in the
stillness and silence of the darkness sent shivers down Laurie's spine.  I slowly moved behind the naked girl, pressing my blouse-covered chest
into her back, then drew my hands inside her arms and around to her front, where I reached up and cupped the grapefruit-sized tits in my
palms.  Her body stiffened slightly to my touch, mostly out of nervousness.  Most of her passion seemed to have dissipated.  I gently
squeezed the yielding flesh in my hands.

     "I call this the Play Room, Laurie," I whispered into her ear as I continued to knead her breasts.  "I hope you like it."  I planted a soft kiss on the nape of neck, brushing her long blonde hair to the side with my cheek in order to do so.  She shivered again. 

     I squeezed her still turgid nipples between my thumb and forefingers, at first gently, but then slowly increased the pressure
until the pleasure of the sensation on the sensitive nubbins was replaced by a little pain.  She gave with a little "AH!", telling me she had felt
the first twinge of distress there.  "These will be first, Laurie," I husked, pulling the nipples outward from her tits.

     To my surprise, she did not make a sound.  I knew I had to be hurting her.  Instead, she only took in a long, deep breath, and braced
herself against the pain.  It was obvious she had a higher threshold than I would have imagined.  Perhaps she would even enjoy a little nipple and
breast torture to start things off.  It was time to show her the Play Room.