Julia was in my bathroom taking a shower and singing something but I couldn’t tell what the song was. The thought of her naked in the shower made a ...resh surge of arousal surge up in me and I savored the feeling. My nipples became almost painfully stiff and I felt myself becoming wet again. This new sexuality was something. And being attracted to women was wonderful. No sex I had ever had with any man, and there had been quite a few, had ever been as good as what I had experienced last night. I looked up at her chuckling. “I haven't started being naughty yet, sweetheart,” I said. I reached down and pulled up on the backs of her calves, causing her to tumble back onto the bed. She cried out in surprise.I lifted her legs and spread her knees. I slid up and began kissing my way from her toes up her legs. I loved the tops of her feet and her ankles. They were lovely. Every so often, I looked up at her face. Sometimes her eyes were closed; other times, she was looking back at me. I could. Finally the group, moving rather slowly due to Melissa's still getting acquainted with the shocking reality of having her ankles bound by leg irons, reached a door at the end of the corridor. The sign on the door read: "Director - ICBG unit 12". One of the guards knocked on the door and a few seconds later, without an obvious sign that entry was permitted, opened the door and pulled Melissa behind him. The other guard retreated and disappeared from view. The director's room was another. By now my fingers are working overtime and are inside and outside your panties, probing you, fingering you, stroking your clit – you are struggling to stop moaning. It is not the most sophisticated foreplay but the situation is heightening it to almost orgasmic proportions. You stare at the bulge in my trousers but you know you cannot touch – you have the pictures and can well imagine what lies beneath.I drink my wine in one go and through eye contact tell you to do the same – you do – I nod.