Still, sheenjoyed masturbating nightly, and playing withherself for hours on weekends, keeping herselfaroused and erect, loving the feeling of being o...edge. At those times she would fantasize about beinglocked in chastity and unable to cum, and the thoughtof not being allowed release was terribly exciting.“If only…” she often thought. Forced chastity was a huge turn-on to her, as was thethought of being exposed publicly as a chastisedsissy. She would often dream of being. She danced around for a while with the guys cheering. Then she took her bra off. It undid at the front and as she opened it to release her tits, she shook her shoulders so that her tits wobbled. That brought another cheer up from all the guys. She danced around the stage for a few moments, her pussy on show and her tits bobbling about.Then, oh yes, she walked to one end of the stage, moved right to the edge, and squatted down in front of the faces of the guys there. The stage was at the height. Are you still interested?’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ he answered politely, his Arkansas drawl a bit more pronounced. ‘Well, we have someone, but she wants references first. Is that okay with you?’ ‘Yes ma’am, that’s fine. I expected that.’ He gave her the name and number of the persons with whom he lived in Billings. ‘Besides my parents, that’s all I have,’ he explained. ‘That will be fine,’ Jean said. ‘I’m sure that’s all she’ll need.’ ‘She’ll?’ he asked. He didn’t hear anything pertaining to there being a. She smiled without even facing me. I think she enjoyed those moments just as much as I did. And the fact that it had been a while since we'd had one of these moments, simply added to that."Never so busy that we can't talk honey," she answered continuing to fold her delicates, a rather impressive collection of panties, garters, bras and the like, many of which I don't remember seeing before. They certainly weren't her normal, standard every day attire that I usually saw her wearing. "What's up?.