I envisioned the blood of my own Presentation, in a year, garnet over the pale white of my skin, over my lips, symbolizing the blood of my split hymen...that will decorate my nether lips on my wedding night. I mused about Ali’s ceremony, proceeding so close by: Mom would open her dress and walk through the congregation. The cunt-wives would rub her dangling teats for good luck, and the husband-Masters would stroke, pinch, or even slap them for the same reason. If Alan, the youngest Presented. "Thank you, Jody," Leigh said as he placed the cup on her desk, "Jody youknow I'm going to have to refer to you as a woman. Frankly, as pretty asyou are it is hard to think of you as anything else. I know it will beembarrassing for you but Mandy is demanding it." That's all right, Miss Reynolds, I understand," Jody said as she blushedat the compliment.Jody returned to her desk and began to review her boss's schedule for theday.Trixie made it to his office just on time. He put his purse away and. “Thong panty Fucking sexy.” he tried to touch my pussy mound, but I said, “Not there.” “Okay, okay.” he said and resumed stroking my thigh, this time making direct contact with my skin. I felt a jolt surge through me at his touch. I realized that I was letting things go a lot farther than I would have ideally wanted. Suddenly he stopped kissing me, took his hand off my thighs, and sat back. I stared at him, breathing heavily. “Straddle me.,” he said, tugging at my arm. I don’t know why, but I. Over time their role-playing had expanded, becoming a kind of occasional foreplay, with Don ordering her into the bedroom and making her strip for him before they began. Then little by little their roles became a kind of theme for an entire evening, sometimes spontaneously but more and more often at Anita’s request. And now…It always began the same way, and Anita loved the whole ritual of it. Maybe that was the best part: When she hurried through the door her husband Don would be sitting in.