To pleasure her, make her body twitch and pulse in release. She hangs there waiting....... helpless in her pleasure. The anticipation is a torment but... one that she enjoys. His thumb circles the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh and her moan becomes frustrated, a deep pleading sound as it erupts from low in the back of her throat. His touch when it comes is teasing, the tip of his tongue flicking her inner thigh, teeth nipping the soft skin. It’s pleasurable, but not what she needs. What she. So I want you to leave your skirt on. But pull it up a little. Show me your trim job." I probably shouldn't tell you this, but...when I trimmed myself this morning, I was wondering if you'd get a chance to see it." It?" This!" And she pulled her short skirt up above her thighs. Her pubic hair had been trimmed shorter and shaved on the sides, producing a broad vertical wedge ending right above her clit. Similarly, her labia outer and inner lips were clean shaven, and, with her legs draped. "He's here, but don't ask! The kid is over-bred, under-educated and spoiled rotten. If he manages to score better than a five on the CAP when he tests in three months I'll be shocked."I groaned, but looked around the gathered crowd who were happily enjoying the festivities for what the twins had happily dubbed "Landing Day". They had taken my twenty-seven day months and created a calendar with three nine-day weeks per month and a number of holidays to celebrate. They even proposed a concubine. It's not . . . much of a consolation. I'm M-Miko, by the way." The other boys introduced themselves: "S-Sato," "Al . . .(ow!) Alcuin," "B-Brito," "S-S-Sanjil (oh, it hurts!)" "Hurts?" said Irana. "Have you already been stung?" "Only by T-Titania," said Miko. "While we were in her thrall,she made it . . . a strict rule . . .that we could have no relief . . . tillshe . . . made her choice. Now . . . we can't get relief on our own. I fearwe'll . . . explode before the spider comes!" The girls.