"Let's be a little more gentlemanly, please," I say as I drop my bra to the floor.Like most teenaged girls, I've spent many hours looking at myself in... the mirror, usually naked. My breasts have developed quite nicely in the last year or so and I fill a B-cup very snugly. I am also very firm (I pass the 'pencil' test, you remember that, you pass if you can't hold a pencil under your breast and it falls to the floor), no sag, no jiggle and my nipples get very hard when I rub them. They are dark. Leaning back she rocks up to her feet, slowly she removes her black silk blouse, sliding it slowly down off her shoulders, down off her hands, letting it drop to the floor. Reaching back behind her she slowly unbuttons her skirt, sliding the zipper down, she pushes her skirt down over her hips sliding it softly to the floor, she steps out of it. The lady stands before the wolf in her 3" black pumps, lace stockings, black silk garter belt and bra. Softly she runs her hands up over her hips, over. She tucked me in and raised and locked the side rail, and whispered,"Try and go right back to sleep, little girl. We have to get ready forthe party in the morning. It's going to be an exciting day tomorrow!" Iwanted to roll onto my tummy and thrust my powder-coated stiffie intothe soft fluffy nappies that sweetly cocooned me, but Mandy climbedinto her bed a few feet from my crib and switched off her bedside lamp.I knew she would hear me wriggling about on the plastic-coveredmattress, so I. She began to use less Jip, even on occasions when what she did was disgusting and humiliating. Ron seemed to reciprocate, especially to her romantic gestures and even though she could still not reach orgasm with him, she was encouraged that things would get better.But after a rare weekend when Ron was away at a conference and her services were not demanded, Ron returned to a candlelight dinner and wife dressed in flimsy negligee only to beg off because of exhaustion. As the weeks progressed,.