<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i66.tinypic.com/2diegso.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Storage Room</strong><br/><br/>Mia's resistance seemed to vary from moment to moment.  Sometimes it seemed as though she would muster the strength, her grip tightening once more, only for her grip to slacken as another gasp escaped her lips.<br/><br/>His words made her hesitate, her almond eyes going half- lidded.  It was hard to think.  Surely she should make him stop, as agreed, right?<br/><br/>But the relentless stimulation to her sensitive nipples sapped her determination.  They almost seemed to throb with pleasure as he teased them again and again.  Mia bit her lower lip.  "I... I don't know..." A fresh shock of pleasure went through her, and her lips parted in a moan.  Her back arched ever so slightly in automatic response, pressing her generous breasts forward.  Slowly, her hands fell away, clenching at her sides.