Dot, idly stroked Phyllis with her free hand then pulled the bag over them and continued the stroking underneath. The whispering stopped. The movement...in the sleeping bag did not. Frank and I lit up a joint and kept an eye on the sleeping bag. I saw Frank, sitting across the fire from me spread his legs and adjusted the growth in his pants. Suddenly, the little redhead sat up. "Frank, honey, would you fix another tequila sunrise for me? And pass that doobie while you're at it." Dot, still l. In the soft candlelight of her cool cellar-room, she squeezed the soapy sponge lightly and placed it on Raymond's bare, hairless chest. She carefully removed the tight-fitting pants and drawers, emptying the contents into a waste bucket. The pants went straight into the basin of hot water and soap. She reached for the sponge and slowly squeezed the warm water through his hair, washing away the sweat and dirt and man-grease. She moved downwards gradually, washing and cleaning him thoroughly and. Becky was doing her best to get us alone by asking Emilly to help with stuff in the kitchen. She managed to get us alone by going to shop to get more drink.When they left I moved right close to Camille and kiss her on the cheek. She stoppped for a moment, I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips for a spilt second before moving in again this time maintaining it for a longer period of time. She was trying to resist it by saying she was married but I kept control of the situation reassuring. In reality it was because I loved the feeling of fresh stockings on my legs and how they looked.Fastening the suspender belt around my waist, I then drew the stockings up my legs and attached them before sliding the panties up the nylon encased smoothness. I then twisted the corset around me after clipping all the hooks into place. Next, I selected a short black leather skirt that I had bought her for a fancy dress party that we had gone to, her as a prostitute and me as a pimp (although I had.