Soon, I had both hands inside my blouse, pinching and pulling at my hard nipples. My pussy was aching for the slightest touch but, whenever I reached ...my hand towards it, my voyeur shook his head.After a few more minutes of being teased by this stranger, he stood up and began walking towards a group of trees, motioning for me to follow him.My breath caught in my throat. It was fun being watched as I rubbed my nipples, but did I have the nerve to actually have sex with a stranger? I had never let. Said individual was hanging on every word. "Do you always discuss red-hot monkey sex in front of an eight-year-old?" I enquired mildly.Ginny blushed furiously. "Go sit with your sister in the living room." OK, Ginny, now let's take this inside. No sense entertaining the neighbours, especially when we aren't getting recompensed for doing so."Inside, Ginny turned to me, and advised me again, "You are taking your nieces camping." She doesn't ask — she assumes you'll instantly think it's the. Most meals I wore my stockings and slippers alone, though occasionally I would add a transparent robe or ‘Merry Widow’ corset of the sort that cupped and exposed my bosom to his view. Our deserts were often each other!Monday morning, we dressed, and James ordered up a coach to drive us to a jeweler. Once inside, he reached into his pocket and pulled forth a small velvet bag and emptied it onto a velvet mat on the counter. The young clerk stared at the vast array of diamonds inside, and almost. . LOL) I dream of his hands holding mine, but mostly I dream of his hands on my body, stroking and caressing my throat. That sharp, metal, nail, dragging, ever, so, slowly, across my jugular vein, and down my neck, towards the valley of my collar bone. I can almost feel it now, as it slips diagonally past my tattoo, and traces an invisible line across my chest, mounting the hills of my breasts with slow precision. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he whispers into my ear. I.