Gil Dunlap put his truck into "park" and looked over at 24-year-old Anna Bransen. The pretty young college graduate student had look light brown hair, and she looked scared.
"This is it," he said. "Get out."
"Please don't make me do this," she begged. "I'll give you my credit cards."
"I said get out," he said. He held open one side of his jacket to reveal the gun holstered on his belt.
Dunlap had parked on one of the streets that ran parallel to Nacogdoches ' North Street . He gave her a gentle push, and together, they walked to the stretch of sidewalk between the Chili's restaurant and North Ridge Arms Apartments. They were directly across from the main entrance to SFA.
Anna's blue eyes pleaded with Dunlap , but he simply said. "Move it, Anna."
She was wearing an open gray raincoat over a white silk blouse, a long wraparound black skirt with a slit up to her thigh that revealed she was wearing dark, suntan pantyhose and strappy, black high-heeled sandals. Her large, firm breasts pressed against the front of her blouse, and he could just barely make out the shape of her nipples.
She wore just the tiniest bit of makeup, like she was about to go out on the town.
Pulling a small digital camera from the pocket of his jacket, Dunlap said, "OK, walk toward me. Now pull out the book and pretend like you're reading it as you walk."
Anna pulled a steamy Harlequin romance novel out of her jacket pocket and made like she was reading it.
"Now, run your tongue around your lips like the book is getting you hot. Good."
The young woman ran her tongue around her red lips, and then pursed them like she was about to kiss someone.
"Run your hands over your breasts as you walk."
Looking nervous and scared again, Anna ran her hands over the silky fabric that covered her breasts. Because Dunlap had made her take her bra off in the truck, the friction of the silk blouse made her nipples come fully erect. She blushed a little at how her body was reacting.
"Now, unbutton your blouse, and take it slow."
Anna glance around to make sure no one was watching, and did as she was told. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned the blouse from the top down. As she did so, the blouse opened further and further to reveal a great deal of cleavage between her 36D breasts.
"Run your hand inside your blouse."
She did as she was told, and started massaging her big breasts. Although she was still terrified, it was still a little thrilling at the same time. She kneaded them the way she liked.
"Pull one of your tits up and lick it with your tongue."
Anna reached into her open blouse and pulled her milky white breast up so that she could lick it. Dunlap noticed that she had large brown areolas around her nipples.
"Excellent. Now unbutton your blouse the rest of the way and untuck it from your skirt."
Still trembling, Anna finished unbuttoning her shirt, and then demurely held it closed over her bare breasts.
"Anna," Dunlap warned, showing her the gun again. "Let it hang open."
She let her hands drop to her sides revealing most of her naked breasts in all of their glory. Her flat stomach and navel were just visible above the top of her skirt.
"Keep rubbing your breasts."
