I went to put the shirt back on, but Mark grabbed it and threw it away from the bed. I crossed my arms over my tits and shook my head.

"No, I'm ugly please..."

I stopped as, gently taking my face in his hands; Mark turned me to look at him."Megan," he began softly, "you always have been, and always will be, the most beautiful and desirable woman I have ever known."

Before I could respond, Mark kissed me again. Then, putting his hands on my shoulders, he gently pushed me back onto the bed. I turned my head before I could catch sight of myself in the mirror, and,...