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“I'm sorry... I have to take this....... Business you know....Ok, talk to you soon.... Yes, kisses...Bye.” I switch over to the other line. “Hi,” I say in a breathless voice, excitement curling through me. “Hi,” a deep male voice responds. I giggle before I say, “I told my friend that I had to take this call because it was business.” I giggle again. “Mmmmm.... What kind of business were you thinking about doing?” you ask in a seductive tone. I bite my lip, as heat pools deep inside of me, at the subtle innuendo. “I don't know.....What did you have in mind?” I settle more comfortably on the bed, ready to listen to anything you think up. “Well, I could conduct some thermal experiments to increase overall body temperature,” you say smugly. “Was that just a really nerdy way of saying that you will make me hot?” I ask laughing. “Yes, I was trying to be business-like. Is it working?” you ask jokingly. “Doof.” I joke back. “How would these thermal experiments go?” I ask still giggling. “Well, by touch of course,” you murmur huskily. I inhale sharply at your tone, instantly aroused. “Mmmmm.... how would these 'touch' experiments be performed?” I ask, a bit unsteadily. “Well,” you start after getting more comfortable on your couch. “First I would touch your beautiful breasts over your shirt...fondling them...feeling the heavy weight of each one filling my hand.” I close my eyes and listen, as your rumbling voice continues. “Take your little hands and feel your breasts through your ...

... shirt.” I do as I am told. I lean the phone between my shoulder and my ear, as my hands rise slowly up to feel my breasts. I focus on the feel of my hands on them... how they overflow my palms, even through my shirt.. “Take off your shirt,” you demand gruffly, just how I like it. I put the phone down and take off my shirt, then pick up the phone again. “What color is your bra today?” you ask me in a sneering tone. I look down at my plain white bra, and stutter, “Um... b..b..black?” as soon as I say it, I wince, knowing that I am in trouble. I hear a long suffering sigh through the phone, “You know I don't like it when you misbehave, Jodi. You are going to get punished for that,” comes the verbal backlash from the phone. “I am sorry, Cameron. I....I meant wh...white. Plain, old, boring white. I ..I...I just wanted it to be sexier,” I apologize quickly, silently cursing my nervous stutter. “Your good intentions are noted,” you say in a superior tone. “But you still were a naughty girl. You will still receive a punishment.” I shudder as I reply, “Yes, Cameron.” &#034That is not my title to you!” comes another rebuke from the phone. &#034No sir! It is not, sir!” I say playing my part well. &#034That's a good girl. Now, where we?” I don't answer because I knew it was a rhetorical question. I didn't want to get into more trouble. “Ah, yes. We were going to take off that bra.” I slowly unhook my bra and slide it off my body. “Now take those hands and run your palms over the hard ...