This was something that his mum was a real expert on."But I've never seen material or stitching like this. This is hand stitched, but very well done. ...The material is rougher than anything I've ever seen, and it's not evenly woven, not a modern weave. I couldn't buy stuff like this if I tried - and I have." So what are you saying?" Eddie, I don't know anything about time travel. But I know about eighteenth century clothing, and this looks like the real thing to me. And I only know one place she. Ohhh, this is a different feeling, I am becoming hot and I don’t know all my shyness is lost and slowly I am feeling like I want to give in myself to him. Is this the way a woman feels when she is tempted and rubbed on her thighs? I don’t know, but I am feeling the same. I am slowly pushing my ass towards him and showing my consent. I don’t what I am doing. He caught hold of my ass and said, “You are a slut, I can see you are a slut, even my wife is not having the curves that you have, any man. . ?" Miri tried to twist around to look at her, but Marisa held tight to the unfinished braid."Hey, now! Keep still, so I can do your hair." Sorry," the petite girl turned back around and quickly apologized before getting back to her earlier question. "Did you get help from Miss Linda, too? Was that when you were hurt real bad and had to stay in the hospital a long time?"Marisa inwardly shuddered at the memory of that earlier hospital stay. Six painful surgeries and months of grueling physical. Master sits flicking the crop back and forth as though working out which one of His sluts to strike first. He slaps the crop down on the bed between my sister’s legs, just missing her pussy. She flinches at my side and so I grab her hand to reassure her. Master brings the crop down again this time towards me, and as it catches my swollen clit I bite my lip and feel my sister squeeze my hand. Master starts using the crop on both our pussies and thighs, sometimes the strikes are gentle other.