Coddled by white cotton, with a darkened damp spot, it oozed out between her thighs, a camel toe forming as cotton pressed tightly. Framed by her thig...s and buttocks, Callie’s pubis looked ripe, plump, and good enough to eat. Erection now uncomfortably constrained by jeans, I shifted in the chair and tried to surreptitiously adjust myself.Callie giggled.Pulling my eyes from her pussy, I looked lower. From between her legs, upside down pale blue eyes sparkled with amusement at me, her arms. Do it later, when she is alone in her quarters." Came the response from Q. Frederic sends back that it was OK with him."Now, can I have a look around Captain?" Frederic asked, trying to be polite. "There is no stopping you, so go ahead." Really Jean-Luc, you should try to be more friendly. My protégé has the curtsey of asking you, although he shouldn't ask for anything, and all you do is snap at him." Q said in a patronizing voice, like a parent giving a child a lecture."It's alright Q,". That’s right. Thank you, Zelda. ‘Bye for now.” Quentin put down the receiver and ran his hand lightly over the round, red splodge the paddle had recently produced. My God, that feels hot, he thought. No wonder that fairly harmless instrument made her gasp and yelp! He was wearing his cool cotton kimono, as was his custom when in the playroom. It was yellow and covered with red dragons; he had nothing on underneath. Having seated himself in a low, comfortable armchair, he gazed contentedly at. Traci jumped at the touch, then moaned. "Your so wet, so hot." Eric said, extracting his finger and bringing it to his lips. He tasted the sweet nectar of her womanhood. A second time he brought his hand to her damp lower lips, this time placing his entire hand over her cunt, he separated his fingers, pulling her lips apart. He could easily see her swollen love button, throbbing as his fingers grazed over it. "Oh, Eric." Was all that Traci could say, as she watched the experienced.