He strode over to the dressing table and drank a glass of wine from one of the bottles. Then he rummaged in the drawer."Do you know what this is?" he ...asked, brandishing the knout."Y-yes," said Molly, the fearful stammer far from play acting."Over the chair arm, if you please. I'll teach you not to disobey the Sisters at school."Her 'Papa' was still playing the rôle in which he had cast himself, the irate father of a recalcitrant schoolgirl. Both knew she was a mature woman however, and both. She reached inside my shorts and gripped me properly and slowly began to toss me off inside them. Groaning appreciatively I let her continue as I slid a hand inside one of the cups of her bra. and began to rub her nipple between my fingers. Then moving down slowly, my hand crept to her panties and began to rub her pussy through the thin silky cloth. She gasped lightly as I began and soon I could feel her dampness begin to creep through the material. I slid a hand inside and began to rub at her. I sat down and noticed that the glasses were refilled.I was trying to figure out what was next when Angela and Roger stood together. Angela spoke. “Roger and I both have come to know and love a marvelous young woman. She has always been a hero to me. She brought my husband to-be to his senses and introduced us. She and her fiance have been heroes in this country. Roger and I salute you both, Jar and Jam, Their Graces, the Duchess and Duke of Meuse!” They raised their glasses and everyone, even. I slip off my shoes and put my legs over your lap, my head against your shoulder, your arm holding me to you- just feeling your heartbeat, hearing your breath, and taking in the smell. Then I use my fingers to make circles lightly on your chest, shoulder, arm while your hand explores my legs and hips and back, carefully avoiding my lower lips and my breasts… just for now. This feels like an eternity of just touching and exploring and feeling the bodies that have been so off limits… but in.