’ She sat with her back to Alex. The chair was cool to Casey’s skin. The skin not covered by the thong very sensitive to temperature and texture, ...nd she felt herself wetting the fabric of the seat. Alex rose from the bed and approached the chair so Casey couldn’t see him. He yanked the sleeping mask over her eyes, startling her. He pulled her tits out of the bra cups. The mask, the straps of her bra holding her arms to her sides, and the sensation of being seen but not seeing were all causing. ‘Well, we did, but got very tired about 10 minutes ago.’ ‘Still dancing, huh’ I mused. ‘Yes. . . we danced. . .we talked and, well. . .’ she again stretched on the bed and turned over on her stomach resting her head on her arms, ‘he really knows how to treat a woman.’ Wendy was smiling to herself with her eyes closed, in almost a dreamy-like state. I noticed that Wendy’s lipstick was very smudged–must have been from the drinks. ‘Well, I know how to treat a woman too, ya know,’ I said as I. Pressing her fingers hard against her pussy she started rubbing in a hard, circular manner. She spread her legs further apart and rested her head down on the bed. This made her ass sit further up making her panties ride deeper into her ass. She pulled her panties aside and began rubbing her pussy again. She was shaved completely smooth and her skin, all of it, looked the colour of porcelain with the exception of two places, her ass where it had been struck and her very pink pussy. She was very. I moved in reasonable social circles, not the planter elite but the next step down, that of prosperous tradesmen and merchants, the smaller cotton factors and ship owners. I was passing as the widow of a Barbados planter. Single women, especially of means, were looked upon somewhat askance, and I could not afford too deep an examination after all. I had a town house of modest proportions and entertained and received invitations to parties in return. I did enjoy the parties and opportunities.