You can feel the weave of the fabric and the slight breeze of it on your skin and marvel at how sensitive he has made you so easily. With your hands t...ied and your eyes covered, there is nothing to distract you from the range of sensations on your skin. He works achingly slowly, rising slowly upwards. Your legs fall open on their own, a combination of hope and lust making this move inevitable. He traces his fingers along the edges of your high-cut red panties, starting at the hips and tracing. I have never met my future spouse, so I feel no attraction towards him, and what is worse, I have developed feelings for a poor boy. He has always been kind to me, but more importantly he was always kind to my mother, who although she is a wife in a family of high social status, is not the prettiest in my father’s harem of wives. It disturbs me that father debases and abuses her, but what is absolutely deplorable to me is that my mother has never experienced being loved and desired by a man.. "Denise lay back down and giggled softly as Jack began drizzling lotion along her calves. Feeling particularly naughty, Denise slowly spread her legs a few inches further apart to give Jack a good show, as she felt his hands on her lower legs. Jack's eyes and nose noticed immediately. Denise's slit was beginning to get puffy and wet, the smell was slightly intoxicating and caused Jack to wonder just what it was the girls were talking about earlier. As his cock moved to full erection, he decided. "About tonight," Shirley said in a low voice."Ahh," I said. "Don't be."I put my finger to my nose and said, "Drop it."This order had no effect when Shirley wasn't exercising, but she understood my meaning. She changed the subject.Later that evening, at five thirty, Shirley's car pulled into my driveway. She came into the house, disrobed immediately, and asked to use the bathroom."Sure," I said."I'm nervous as hell and I have to pee," Shirley explained."Stop talking and hurry, then!"Wendy pulled.