“I heard something downstairs! In the living room!” Christine whispers in a panicked voice. “Are you sure?” Tracey asks, now lowering her own ...voice to a whisper. “Yes! I KNOW I heard something down there!” Christine replies. “Hopefully it’s not Bill…” Tracey says, trying not to giggle at the idea. “It can’t be him…I’d better go downstairs to see what it is!” Christine replies, getting up and pulling a sheet off the bed. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Maybe we should just call the cops,”. But when I say ‘slave outfit,’ I will be referring to what you have on now. Clear?” Her voice was low, trembly. I’d bet anything her pussy was soaked. “Y-yes, Master, it’s clear. You have something for me to wear?” I knew she wanted her question to sound casual, but there was excitement on the underbelly of her words. Already acquainted with my imagination, she thought I was up to something. I’d bet she almost hoped I had something for her to wear. Maybe next time, if there was a next time. I. I passed a number of shops. Nothing looked interesting. Then I saw a billboard advertising the Island Hofbräuhaus. I got out my cell. I could walk in 50 minutes. I bought a bottle of water and started walking. There was almost no line inside when I arrived. I ordered corned beef, string beans, and red potatoes. It came with Jello. And a drink. I ordered lemonade.I set my tray down. I wanted a glass of Insel Deutsch Bier. It’s made here on the island by a retired German Meister Bierhersteller.. I reached up to her novel and then to her waist from childhood, I had the desire to touch and feel pussy. My hand rested over her pussy over her clothes for few minutes. I pulled her nightie up and felt her soft thighs. It was soft like cotton; she started moaning lightly after playing with her thighs for few minutes.My hand reached to her pussy it went under her panty and now I can feel her pubic hairs which were very small. I stated moving my fingers over her pubic hairs and she was enjoying..