I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during her years in (mostly) Italian opera some of their national relian...e on heavy gesticulation had rubbed off. Most Italians I'd met were congenitally incapable of speaking only from the neck up, the hands and arms always seemed to get involved. Finally his tail settled across her lap, and they went on that way.I was pleased to see that they seemed to be getting on well. On her part there was a fair amount of. He told them to kneel, on their hands and knees with their asses towards each other. Fighting the one set of cuffs and Tara's ankle chain, they managed to do so. "Who has the tightest little pussy?" He put his hands on each ass feeling his way down to their moistness. Tara and Sam felt his thumbs sliding deep inside them. Both tried to pull away as he squeezed tightly. "You both have tight little pussies." "Let's see who can prove it." He grabbed a bag and out of he took a sixteen inch double. " Why? Did your main fail to open? Did it foul? There was no broken static cord found on the wire." Look, Top. I don't remember. I'm sorry. The whole night is a big, fuzzy blank in my mind." All right. Get over to the infirmary and get checked out. We'll talk about this later. The commander is going to eat my ass for this, but you're too good a soldier for me to doubt you now. If you remember anything, write it down." Thanks, Top," said Bob.They found nothing wrong with him, of course. There. She thought, “that does look sexy. I think Julie will like this.” She found her black silk stockings and slowly put them on, and finished off by putting on her new white leather high heeled boots. They had 5 inch heels and came up to just below her knees. She examined herself in the mirror one last time. “That looks very good,” she thought.She picked up her suitcase, which she’d packed earlier that day, went downstairs and left a note for her parents telling them that she’d gone away for a few.