"Wh-whe..." Leslie stammers, then takes a breath and steadies herself. "Where are the cameras?" she asks, voice all but casual as she pulls the scarf from round her neck and drops it on the floor. His lap, huh? Just like... *blank* She turns away from Richard to hide the expression on her face, turning right toward a camera, her fingers pulling at the hem of her blouse.<br/><br/>Her face looks as blank as her mind has gone. Why would she feel a sense of safety at the idea, of warm anticipation? A small shake of the head and it's gone, stubborn look back with a flick of the wrist and a sensuous sliding out of her shirt. The professor was right - under the baggy clothes she was beautiful.<br/><br/>Toned, lovely skin, just a bit of softness remains telling her true age. No tattoos, nothing but earrings, she's certainly virgin territory. Her breasts high and ample held by a very functional bra, one that matches the equally functional white panties.<br/><br/>She's all business now even as her fingers fumble at the button of her jeans. She actually tries to take them off without removing her shoes first, and gives an embarrassed laugh as she hops on one foot and spins, about to land in Richard's lap if she can't catch her balance.