No sheer stockings, no delicate tiny triangles of lacey fabric pretending to be lingerie, no belt masquerading as a skirt, no semi-sheer top that bare...y covers my stiff, expectant nipples, no tassels for me to flick across his face, no stripper heels, no clinging latex, no hobble skirt to restrict my movement, no corset to shrink my waist and crush my ribcage, and not even a princess tiara. No, the only thing in the package was an outfit that could be best described as a thickly fleeced. “I’m all yours.”Rachel pressed her lips to Jasmine’s and squeezed her breasts. The flight attendant’s nipples were hard against her palms, her lips like warm silk. For a long breathless minute, she moaned into Jasmine’s mouth, pinned to the leather chair by the weight of her body. She gasped for air as the other woman planted kisses down her neck, sucked on her earlobe. Rachel’s heart raced and she smiled, spanking Jasmine’s bare ass.A squeak of surprise escaped Jasmine’s lips and they laughed. I lay still, straining my ears. The scent of the candles was very strong now; presumably he had them arranged somehow all around the bed. Everything was very quiet, and I felt a momentary flicker of panic. Where was he? What was he doing? “Sweetheart?” I whispered. “Shush,” came the reply. Obedient for once, I shushed. Then I felt something hot next to my cheek. Not touching, just giving out heat and an intense whiff of scent. I momentarily worried about flameproof sheets and smoke alarms,. I said that will be great, a gag was then put on my mouth.Ok Sam, please get on with it I will be outside next door.----------------------------------------Chapter 19.She came out of the surgery, very slowly limping as I am sure she was inpain, she was still crying, but apart from that her make up was perfect,what a good idea it was to have permanent tattoos for make up. She had aplastic bag with her dentures in it, and I noticed she had ladders inboth stockings, so she must have squirmed and.