These were different from our new sleeping tutus in that our hands were free. Our daytime tutus also had properly closed crotches and our butt plugs w...re screwed in without the clamps. With the butt-plugs screwed tightly into our sphincters, nobody would ever have realised that under our tutus we had dildos fixed into our butts. As we joined the rest at breakfast, we realised that this large French chateaux masqueraded as a ballet school. All the little French girls were. She tasted and smelled great. While I was eating her I started mauling her big tits. I had her shirt mostly off and her bra undone. Her nipples where huge and I was manhandling them. She was really into it. She came twice fairly quickly. I backed off and quickly took off my clothes. She finished taking off her clothes and got on her knees and started working over my cock with her mouth. At some point I decided that this woman needed to be done hard. I grabbed her head and took over control of. So the night of our third date we went out for dinner, then a movie. Then dinner was nice and intimate and several times she reached out and held my hand. The movie was a thriller, not horror, but there were several times when she grabbed my hand at a intense scene. I was feeling good. We got back to her place and she invited me in for a drink. It was starting to snow lightly, but it was no big thing, and I wanted to spend more time with her. I built a fire and we sat and chatted for hours. It. Was there something-, Cinderella started. Have you ever touched a man, Cinderella? she interrupted. The blonde-haired beauty was so caught off guard she just stared wide-eyed at her step-sister before stammering, N-no. Ive had- no reason to. Cinderella knew she was blushing but Drizella seemed to believe her. And yourself? she asked. Im sorry? Cinderella asked, honestly confused. Drizella rolled her eyes and unfolded her arms, taking a few slow steps toward Cinderella. Yourself Cinderella! Do.