Tara’s grin broadened as the thief slipped his hand into her bra and began to fondle her, glad that he had his priorities were straight and that playing her game ranked higher than his own sense of self-preservation.  She liked a man who knew a good thing when it tackled him to the ground and started humping and fondling him.<br/><br/>Her chest began heaving again as her recently calmed breath increased with a new type of excitement.  His rough skin contrasted with his dexterous fingers as he pawed and groped at her; her nipples hard and erect as her cup was tugged aside til her bra half hung off her, one perfect breast exposed.  The thought of some commoner tugging at her clothes in some back alley sent another shiver of excitement through her at how scandalous it would be if caught, but she only pressed herself harder against the man.<br/><br/>As his hand slid into her tight leather pants she could barely contain herself and a growl half-way between and seductive purr and excited bark rumbled in the back of her throat.  Luckily she was quite enough that the two nearby seemed not to have heard, continuing their conversation.  They seemed to be waiting for someone but Tara had<i>much </i>more important things to be worrying about that what some petty criminals were doing.  Namely, what<i>she</i><i>was doing</i>to one petty criminal in particular.<br/><br/>Her breeches were tight enough that the hand sliding under them had tugged them down several inches, exposing the top of the young noblewoman’s perfect rump and a pair of white lace undergarments that probably cost more than the man fondling them could steal in a month.<br/><br/>Tara’s free hand tugged carelessly at the thief’s thick pants, fumbling at them as best she could in her excited state until she finally snaked her hand inside, her delicate fingers searching and probing til she found her prize and wrapped around the throbbing member.<br/><br/>Her smile was a delight as she grinned hungrily at the thief; putting a finger to her lips coyly, as if<i>he </i>was the one that needed the warning to be quiet, as her hand began to tug with a steady, teasing pace.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>