Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat.My fingers travelled to the elastic band of her shorts. I hovered there while looking questioningly into... her wide blue eyes. She spun around and bent over at the waist. She thrust her round ass out and hissed “Keep going. Don’t stop now.”I felt dizzy as I yanked down her shorts over her smooth, slick hips. My fingers slipped in the wetness of our bodies and she cried out “Hurry!” as her hands groped blindly behind her, unconsciously pleading me to. She turned her head as Tanneka was ushered in, a pencil in one hand with its tip in her mouth. She withdrew the pencil as the maidservant shut the door behind her and smiled deeply and warmly."I'm so glad you could make it," she announced. "I'm sorry that the room is such a mess, but tidiness isn't amongst my virtues."Tanneka was hardly aware of any mess at all. Indeed, it would be quite difficult for any mess to be noticeable at all in such a large room. She was far more aware of Erika's. It'salso the delightful silky feel of the clothes, the feminine fabrics, andhow they feel when I walk and move and how they slip and slide againsteach other under my dresses. And how the garter straps pull the stockingtops tight, and how tight the girdle is and how they smooth me into afeminine shape. And how the nylons shine and how slippery and silky theyfeel on my smooth legs and how you can hear that zipping sound with eachstep as my calves and thighs rub together. These feelings I can only. ‘Shit boy, what happened to your cock and balls? You better quit wacking off for a while and let it heal or it will stay that way. Well, doesn’t matter now. The ribbon is cute but it is not permitted in the jail. Remove it and hand it over.’ The sergeant took the pink ribbon and threw it in the box with the collar and other ribbon. Laughing, the sergeant ordered, ‘OK, Lift your cock up so I can check under it. Now your balls, such as they are.’ Blushing, Brian complied again. ‘Bend over and.