I held it in my hand and looked at my palm through it, the image contorted as if I was in a fun house mirror. The piece was surprisingly heavy and fir...m; I’d never considered the density of solid glass. And the piece was beautifuly constructed.“Like that one, do you?” Amelia said. I looked up, startled, and realized that I’d been admiring it for much longer than anyone else. I decided to be honest; shit, it wasn’t like I had anything to hide from anyone there.“Yes, as a matter of fact,” I. Jab me room me gaya to dekha ki wo female clothes the, mene kaha ki me ye kaise pehan sakta hu to usne mujhe zor se thappad maar diya, me kuch seconds k liye kuch samaj nahi paaya , wo boli ki slaves question ni karte hai. Mujhe pata tha ki wo ni maanegi to mene uski baat maan li. Waha grey thongs, aur white off shoulder dress thi. Dress mere sirf ass tak ko cover kr rahi thi. Mene jaise hi wo pehan k piche gumma to urvashi khadi thi, uske face pe evil smile thi aur usne haath me heels wale. After a minute she returned and before I knew what was happening, she snapped a photo of me in my girlish pose."Please, Kimberly! Please don't take pictures of me like this!", I cried."It's just a little insurance for me, so that you won't slut around anymore, girl." The tone of her response was such that I dared not protest further. "OK; now that we've got a great picture of your lace panties, you can lower your skirt." I immediately did so, glad to regain even a little modesty. Kimberly then. It was filthy sexual marathon.Thu: hahaMe: did you offer the anal sex that night or did I just take it?Thu: you just took iti didn't stop youMe: oh right, when I put you over the couch.Thu: which in some ways, made it even hotterMe: are you wet?Thu: don't knowMe: check.Thu: that's for you to checkMe: are your panties damp?Thu: yeah, my underwear is pretty wetMe: do you notice that when you take them off there's a film of fluid that clings from your pussy to your panties?Thu: haven't checked.