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   The Arrangement Chapter 3 (enf, exh, voy) by Happy

   I think that everyone in the room was at a loss for an explanation for
that fourth door bell ring.  Who could it be?  Out of the corner of my eye,
I detected movement.  It was Tina.  She was scrambling to position her
shirt to pull it on over her head.  I cleared my throat.  Tina looked at
me. I just shook my head 'no'.  Tina lowered her head in defeat and settled
for holding the garment against her breasts with one arm.  She remained
sitting on the floor.

   "Answer the door Brenda", I ordered.

   Brenda had a very uncertain look on her face, but she did as she was
told.  When the door was open fully, there stood a young man wearing a
similar polo shirt to Tina's.

   "Can I help you?", I inquired to our newest visitor.

   "I came to check on Tina.  For safety, we deliver in teams of two.  This
delivery has taken enough time for me to make sure that she is okay", The
young man replied.

   "Fair enough", I began, "What's your name?"

   "Kevin", he answered while he scanned all the bare flesh in the room. 
The last one he focused on was Tina.  I guess it finally dawned on him that
she was holding her shirt instead of wearing it.  He stepped in and
crouched down in front of her.  Sandra closed the door behind him.  "Are
you alright?", he asked Tina.  With her head still lowered, she ever so
slightly nodded in the affirmative.  Kevin's head then turned toward me. 
With some anxiety in his tone, he asked, "What's going on here?".

   I grinned.  I looked at Brenda and pointed to the recliner.  "This one
is all yours", I said softly.

   Brenda rolled her eyes but dutifully took her position on the recliner.
She then re-explained the circumstances of her visit and my terms.  Then
she described the pizza delivery.  She kept glancing at me to check my
facial expression for signs that she had made a mistake.  I was stone faced
because she got it right again.

   Everyone in the room except Tina noticed where Kevin was staring during
Brenda's speech.  Brenda's wide open pussy was positively glistening.  I
took advantage of the situation.

   "Brenda, go to the linen closet in the hallway and bring back a bath
towel.  Fold it and place it on the seat of the recliner before you sit
back down", I firmly stated.

   Brenda's face went crimson.  I had basically just told a room full of
people that her exposed and excited pussy was leaking onto my furniture. 
As she stood and moved towards the hallway, I grinned again.

   I glanced quickly around the room while everyone watched Brenda's firm
and muscular hip and thigh muscles alternately tense and relax as she went
out of sight.  My eye radar zoomed in on Tina.  She was still looking down
and her upper body was shaking.  I cleared my throat again.

   Tina looked up at me.  Her face was a mess.  Obviously many tears had
already streaked down her cheeks.  Her eyeliner was smeared on her lower
eye lids.

   "Why are you crying?", I asked with some concern.  Tina's beautiful
brown eyes filled with water.  I was amazed she could see through it.  But
her face remained aimed towards mine.

   "Do I still have to wait until I am at the car in order to put my shirt
back on?" she pleaded.

   I had a twinge of conscience.  Not a big enough one to help her very
much, but it was a twinge.  "I'll give you an option", I began, "You can
hand Kevin your shirt and he will stand where he is.  You will then stand
where you are and not talk.  You will not move on your own.  Kevin may not
talk.  He can reach out and move your arms to positions that he sees fit to
slide your shirt on".

   I continued, "Once the shirt is pulled down below your navel, Kevin will
crouch again and do what is necessary to lower your slacks to your ankles.
He will then smooth out the hem of your shirt so it will properly be tucked
in when he pulls your slacks back up".  Tina didn't move.

   Brenda re-entered the room.  She folded and placed the towel as
instructed.  But, before she turned to sit, I interrupted.

   "Brenda, please go to the wash room and bring back the box of tissues
for Tina.  Brenda glanced at Tina and immediately realized the reason why.
She nodded and headed towards the hallway.  Everyone but Tina watched her.
I don't know Brenda's complete list of skills, but walking away is one of
them.

   I turned back to Tina.  She still hadn't moved.

   I said, "You have five seconds to decide which option you want.  After
that, you're stuck with walking to the car as is".

   Another tear streamed down her right cheek.  Her hand shook as she
pulled the shirt away from her bared breasts and without looking away from
my eyes, she thrust it towards Kevin's hands.  He gently took it from her.
The two of them rose to a standing position.

   Tina let her arms dangle at her sides.  Her cherry red and very erect
nipples were exposed to everyone's view.  She finally changed the direction
of her glance towards Kevin's face.

   Kevin wasn't looking back until he had the shirt positioned in his hands
to his satisfaction.  Then he did look at her and silently mouthed the word
'sorry'.  She slightly nodded.  The nod might have been to acknowledge his
heartfelt concern, or it may have been an unspoken signal to encourage him
to hurry up.  We may never know.

   Brenda returned with the box of tissues.  I turned to her and held up my
hand like a traffic cop ordering a vehicle to stop.  Brenda froze in place.

   Kevin reached out and took a gentle hold of Tina's right wrist and
lifted it to a level equal to the top of her head.  He did his best to
awkwardly slide the appropriate sleeve over her hand and forearm.  He then
then took hold of her left wrist and did the same.  It was entertaining
watching Kevin trying to maneuver Tina's head through the neckline of the
polo shirt.  But, he managed eventually.

   Tina's arms were still raised and the shirt was puddled on top of her
shoulders.  Her exposed nipples were now so hard that they had to ache.

   Kevin glanced towards me momentarily and smiled.  I think I witnessed a
very selfish and naughty change in him.  He turned back to Tina and grabbed
hold of the under side of each of her upper arms down near her elbows to
keep her arms raised where they were.

   He then leaned forward and began blowing his warm breath on her right
nipple for a few moments.  Then he alternated and blew softly on the other.
He did this a dozen or so times before it got the desired reaction.

   Tina scrunched her eyes closed and began to tremble.  Her hips bucked
back and forth.