I'm ready"Tony told Steve he could enter me. Tony moved his hand to the top of my slit, circling my clit, as Steve slowly pushed his way inside. I fel...t my pussy relax as he penetrated me. Tony started kissing me again, the fingers of one finger on my clit, his other hand on my breasts. Steve's hand was on my hip, but kept well away from any naughty areas. It didn't take much of the combination of fucking, clit rubbing, breast squeezing and kissing to get me back to the edge of orgasm. I enjoyed. At thefront, two black satin bows decorated this fabulous slip, with two morearound the back. Margaret was full of admiration for the workwomanshipthat had gone into the making of this heavenly underskirt, turning nowand again in her tall mirror to admire her outline and catch theflouncing frilly hem and bows as she stroked her slip and nylons whiletottering on gleaming black 6inch heels.The coup de grace, though, still awaited. Madame Lafayette hadinstructed her dress makers to mould several. You have read in part-4 that :I saw her reflection stark naked, a lovely gleaming pearly vision; then instinctively she squeezed her legs together, as closely as she could, huddled herself coweringly as much as the ropes permitted - her head fell back in the first intensity of her shame, then fell forward suffused with blushes that extended right down to her breasts, her eyes closed as she moaned in heartbroken accents: 'Oh! oh!! oh!!!' She was naked!Half delirious with excitement and the joy. ‘Hello there!’ she murmured drowsily as she stretched out beside him. ‘Hello yourself,’ she caught the undertone in his voice, the slight stress around his eyes. ‘What is it?’ she asked, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Please don’t say that you regret what happened!’ she begged silently. ‘I… I was your first, wasn’t I Izzy?’ the colour flooded her cheeks and she looked away awkwardly. ‘I’m sorry if that spoiled it for you… I am new to this… and not very good… but I’ll learn… I promise it’ll be better next.