”“I wonder who it is,” said Captain Cockburn.“I’ve no idea, but it looks like a girl,” replied Jake. He thought for a moment. “You’d b...etter get your troopers down here to guard this lot. I’ll carry her up to the bedroom and get Mrs O’Toole to make some broth or something. I’m sure she’ll have more idea of what to do than me. When you get back we’ll have to think about what to do.”“Right, on my way.”By the time Jake got up to the bedroom with the girl, taking care to keep her away from the walls. Oh God, thank you, maybe it's going to happen."I'm modeling my old underwear," she said, a smile in her voice."I love anything you want to show me," I breathed. I loved looking at her body any way she was willing to let me see it. Discomfort growing in my pants; time now to commit, I undid my belt.She came to me, a wonderful hug, a rare, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue exploiting the precious chance to explore her lips, her teeth. "You smell good," she said as I squirmed out of my shirt. "I'm. "With that she produced a pair of nipple clamps and after twisting the sensitive orbs, and eliciting further moans from my over stuffed mouth, Mistress Bee attached one to each of my erect nipple.And as much as I enjoy the stimulation, the initial bite, is never as painful as the excruciating pain that comes from the blood rushing back to the affected area, when she removed the nipple pinching little monsters, of coarse I had no idea if and when that would be.Mistress Bee was certainly content. Now your hands are involved, rubbing on my thighs and occasionally directing my hands to touch you in some place. I tug gently on your earlobe with my teeth, then lean forward for long kiss. We break the kiss as the movie hits a funny moment and we laugh.A few minutes later, I start nuzzling your shoulder a bit more insistantly while gently tugging your shirt out of your skirt. My other hand slides down the outside of your leg and inches your skirt up to the top your thigh highs. I slip my hand.