Till then.’ They both hung up at the same time. Martin jumped for joy. He had another chance. He was going to see her again. He had to decide what t...o wear. He’d get two tickets from his friend. Maybe she’d like to go? Maybe it would rain and they wouldn’t have to. Maybe he’d just decide not to go. He could make up some reason. If he had tickets and it was reasonably warm maybe she’d go. No, if he got to see her he didn’t want to waste good talking time watching football. Nothing was going to. Helena kept touching my slit with every sexy slide up my thighs, until she put her thumb over my crotch and all of a sudden, she stripped off me, throwing the tiny piece of cloth aside. Now I was fully naked and exposed.She continued applying oil now over my soaking wet shaven mound, that was almost gaping open and smiling at her. Helena then slid two of her naughty fingers deep inside me; the sensation was wonderful…I was flat on my back, with my long legs spread on each side of the lounge. You could do some sample pictures, like a library for them, an exclusive download when they pay. They could wank over your pictures, work up their fantasies, book a private time slot and do it for real.” "It's making me wet already. Could we have cameras all around the house? I kind of like the idea of being nude all day and being watched. Having dirty tattoos as well would be awesome. Each morning I could scrub myself clean. Could we have a camera in the shower? They could watch yesterday's. Mummy nodded, wiping her eyes. "I won't lie to you," she said. "You havemade some progress since you started to be a little girl. It's only beeneight weeks, but you are already a bit nicer than you used to be. So yousee, the punishment is working." But I still have to be a girl until next summer?" I asked. "That's agesand ages!" Yes," mummy answered. "I have to be sure that you've learned to be good,without any arguments or tantrums. If you are good for the whole of therest of the year, then.