The knee-highs weren't particularly decorous with that dress, but the generaleffect was far more acceptable to my internal TV fantasy self sincethigh-...hi's or pantyhose would have masked the sensation of the cottonhem brushing against my bare thigh.The shoes fit fairly well, though tight in the sides and toes. Again,bearable.I was dressed! More totally than ever in my ignominious TV life. Despitethe discomfort, I was rapidly achieving that level of ecstasy attainedonly by those who realize the. She watched him looking her over, taking in every inch of her body, and it was clear he liked what he saw. That thrilled her to no end. Before this, she had been just another freshman in her high school. All of the boys wanted older girls, girls who had bigger breasts, girls who had more experience. But Chris, the most powerful man in the world had wanted her so much that he manipulated time and kidnapped her. The part of her that loved that feeling was growing larger and the part of her that. It was time for the second half of my plan. I ordered her to undress and lie on the bed, which she did without demur, fully exposing her plump peasant body. I then went to the door and called for the inn-keeper, before quickly removing my own clothing, save my loose silken under-shift. I heard the man’s knock at the door and bade him enter. He seemed shocked to see me in my shift, but this was nothing to his amazement when he saw Abigail’s unclothed body on the bed, lying on her back with all. His hands quickly went to my tiny tits, followed by his mouth. He sucked and pulled each nipple with his teeth, causing me to gasp. While doing that, he stuck a finger in my pussy. I had taken my cherry with my hairbrush and regularly fucked myself with it, and since I was so turned on, I took his finger easily. He lifted my knees and looked at my cunt stuffed with his big finger. There I was, naked, sparsely haired pussy on show, lips covered with hot make-up, looking like a young slut.He took.