Raped japaneses

      He tugged his tee shirt over his head. He felt so naked already. His
pale chest was almost totally hairless. His hands went to his belt buckle. He
could not look at either of them as he slid his trousers down to his ankles
and stepped out of them. Now, his eyes stayed on the cold floor while his
hands seemed to be hiding the crotch of his white jockey shorts. "Francis!"
Her voice was deadly warning. He slid the shorts to his ankles and stepped out
of them. Now he covered his nakedness with his hands, not daring to look at
either of them.