"Get those clothes off", she said, so I stripped naked. As I did, she kicked the sheet off and I saw she was wearing a nylon panty-like item of linger...ie which looked like a pair of shorts. The legs portion came down to her mid thighs, and a row of lace was at the bottom of each leg. The material looked shiny and soft even in the dim light. "Do you like my pettipants?", she asked. "Why don't you touch them - they're very soft." I gently rubbed her thighs and hips as she lightly stroked my penis.. She lifted it onto her shoulder and soon the other followed. The forcefulness of how she handled me only increased my arousal. Clare took a moment to line up the toy until the tip of it was pressed against my pussy. She looked up and locked eyes with me. Slowly, she pushed the tip into me with little resistance. I let out a long moan and that was all permission she needed to keep going. She took it slow, making sure my juices soaked each inch before she pushed more. I knew she was doing it for. ?He admired the craftsmanship that must have gone into designing the half mask. It allowed its wearer to maintain her famine beauty while elegantly molding the addition, of her new canine features. It had obviously been made with loving hands, and must have cost quite a sum.Below the mask he could see a nylon dog collar was buckled tightly around her neck. He smiled at its pink colour. Always such girly girl, pink had always been Ashley's favourite colour. Hanging from the metal D ring at the. .“I put a little something in your coffee, just to relax you a little and it seems to have worked better than expected!” She turned on the sofa towards me and opened her legs a little more, I could just see her panties, black satin with a lace front panel and what was that? Just a hint a bulge? No of course not, silly.“Like what you see darling?”“Oh God yes Aunty” To this day I’ve no idea where that answer came from, maybe the coffee.......“Well then, why don’t you take my hand and follow.