I was really surprised when she said, ‘Can you touch me there with your fingers?’ My first reaction was to reply, ‘Does the pope shit in the woo...ds?’ But, knowing about Fi’s Catholic background I was able to change it at the last minute to, ‘Is the pope Catholic?’ I traced my fingers over the skin around her vagina. Her pubic hair looked untrimmed but the black triangle pointing towards her pink lips did not extend down around her opening. As I felt and saw her respond I moved my tracings closer. The humiliation he was inflicting on Natalie made his cock hard. Since he wasn't wearing underwear either, his hard-on was obvious to anyone who cared to notice.On the front steps of the school he made a point of kissing her. He had told her what to expect and what would happen to her if she didn't play her part convincingly. He turned her toward him and pulled her body fully against his. As ordered she ground her cunt against his cock and her tits against his chest. She presented her open. "I believe you were ready for that weren't you?" and undeniably I was. "You taste really nice do you know that and you're such a gentleman with emphasis on the word gentle?, I hope though that you won't be entirely gentle with me, especially when I take my dress off?"With that she stood up reached behind and unzipped the dress allowing it to fall to her feet. "There, that's better isn't it?" for the second time in just a few moments I was shocked to silence. The black sheer stockings were held. It would quickly vanish as Devan went on the prowl for her prey this evening. She also pulled on two skirts. The outer skirt had the same purpose as her second top, protection from her mother's wrath. The one she would actually wear was short enough that an errant breeze — or just the right amount of bending — would reveal her thin cotton panties to whomever she chose to show them.Devan was on the prowl tonight, having just finished a difficult week of study in magic school. There was little.