She let the fluffy bathrobe fall to the floor, exposing her lovely curvy body, then stepped into her girlfriend’s favourite red panties. The ones sh... must have used to dildo herself in. They were pretty tight over her hips and super snug over her cunt, little wisps of pubes poking out of the sides. “What do you reckon?” Sophie gasped, admiring herself in the mirror. "I wonder what else she does with this?” she mused, picking up the dildo which was still buzzing on the bed. "Oh well, here goes.”. His lips making his way down my neck as his fingers were rubbed against my shaven pussy which was under the lace his fingers touched. His mouth met my chest, he moved his hand to release my 34D cup breasts over the top of lace bra I chose out just for him. His lips met my hard perked nipples. Sucking on my perked little nipples like there was no tomorrow, the sensation nearly tipped me over the edge. My hands were grabbing on to the belt of his jeans, I wanted him more than ever. The touch of. Shadows moved. People were down there.Daddy marched down without any fear. I had to follow. He had a firm grip on my braid. The stairs were wooden, cold. I trembled worse. What was going to happen down there? Could I handle being touched and fondled by strange men?But Daddy wanted me to be touched.The stairs led into a large room. Lights on the ceiling flooded soft blues, violets, greens, and reds across the dungeon, each illuminating different type of toys. Ropes hung from one station, the. Now, my eyes were blinking. I didn't even want to think about not helping her. It was just too tempting. The music started and it was the same one known to everyone who had ever danced the tango. That would help both of us, I hoped. I did what Judith had done for me for most of the last three months; I told her every dance maneuver before I started it. Within fifteen seconds it looked to the casual observer as if we had practiced together. She was getting her confidence back, and starting to.