As she thought of those, she slipped her hand underneath the hem of her nightgown and let her fingers roam through her muff and play with the lips of ...her quim. She felt her passage becoming moist again.Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door. Quickly, Elizabeth pressed her breasts back into her nightgown and smoothed it back into place. “Come in” she said, in as calm a manner as she could contrive. She was both pleased and slightly embarrassed as her sister Jane slipped into the room.. Probably she forgot to close the page after reading the story. I thought she would be angry on me for reading such stuff but she did not ask me anything regarding that, rather found her to be a bit different and I found her to spent long time on her laptop. When I was home early one day when she was taking her bath I opened her laptop and checked the browsing history and found many stories being surfed from this site. Then I thought she liked it and may agree for what I dreamt all those days.. Jack then pulled out the chastity-belt that was already made to fit Emily, it was made of titanium hinged at the back and fit snugly around her waist, prevented from being lowered by her hips, then the lower bar came up between her legs holding the butt-plug and vibrator firmly inside of her. All of these clipped into a keypad at the front which locked them in, rather than a padlock which could be cut with bolt-locks this chastity belt wasn?t coming off unless the pass-code was entered. John. She attacked her skirt, her eyes smoky.“You got some great tits,” I moaned.“Thank you, Ms. Dean.” Her eyes flicked to mine. “Yours are gorgeous. It was so wonderful to lick them clean.”Her skirt unzipped. She shoved it off revealing a thick, black bush adorning her pussy. I couldn't see her pussy at all, but her juices gleamed on the curls. Her tangy musk swelled in the air, rising over my own similar aroma. It was just enough to let me recognize it.Naked, she mounted the desk and straddled me..