"Want to touch them- wanted to touch them for so long."'Wanted to touch them for so long,' Nami repeated to herself. It was a crazy thought that occur...red to her, one that she would never have considered under other circumstances. Could the older woman have a crush on her? Her mind went over the pranks that Robin had played on her.The most recent one was clapping Nami on the lower back- very low lower back- as she was going down the stairs. Nami had assumed that she was trying to trip her down. . It started attacking my digestivesystem, my muscles, and even my bones..."Again, while all that was technically true, it was only the result andnot the cause of the problem... I thought that at least I wasn't tellinga total lie, but this honestly felt much worse... I knew I was trying toconvince myself it was okay, but I'm too stubborn to be able to evenconvince myself it seems."Wow... I thought it had only made you unable to eat... Jordie I'm sorryI didn't know..." she told me, reaching over. I put on the lingerie which my wife haslaid out the previous evening: white knickers with a lot of lace, amatching slip, a white girdle and white stockings. On top I am towear a pair of jeans and a plain shirt.At 8 am I wake my wife with coffee and a warm french roll. We chatsociably concerning the upcoming trip. She emphasizes once more thatmy training is targeted on making me a humble and obedient sissymaid, who does everything to make her mistress happy, no matter whatis asked of her. From. Little moans and whimpers escape my mouth, only to be dampened to a volume that only we can hear, allowing us to be discrete. My breathing is shallow and hitches every now and then. I want you inside me. I need you inside me. You have started a fire that cannot be sated by touch alone. Suddenly, your touch is gone, and I whimper, only to gasp and groan as you slide your member into me quickly. You stay still, allowing me to adjust and I am grateful that you love me enough to take everything.