He then deviates from his prepared remarks.

I am forced to take the phone from his hands. Keep holding on here for a sec.

“But—” As he fingers both of my breasts, I give up trying to object. “Okay.” What we have here is preferable. It doesn't get any better than this.

As David's hands move across my body, I can't tear my eyes away from the television. Even though my breasts are a good size given my body, his hands make them look little in comparison. When he plays his thumbs over my nipples, he brings them up into peaks, so he has to stoop a little. "Do you...