I was not disappointed to say the least when she lay back and spread her legs. Her beautiful pink center was juicy and moist as I continued to stroke ...y engorged member. When she finally reached between her legs to run a finger through her lips I wished it was me doing it to her but I was scared. As we continued to masturbate I swear I saw the moistness between her legs thicken and run down to the chair. She rubbed her pussy and tweaked her nipples till they were hard as a rock and could put an. She said, “That’s fine.” She was taken along to a room and the woman who had escorted her there said, “Take off all, keep on panties.” Em had done as she was told. She got on the massage bed and relaxed. The room felt cool. It had been very hot outside and she was grateful for the relief of cooler air blowing onto her body from the overhead fan. The room was scented, she thought with sandalwood, and half dark. The woman returned and lightly sponged her back, legs and buttocks. Em was wearing. ” Brook started stroking my penis through my panties and continued to whisper, “I want you to eat this fine little piece of pie until it shakes your world, and then conquer it with this nice hot piece of meat. Now take off my clothes and be a good little sissy girl.” I complied with her request by proceeding to take off Brook’s pants. Next to come off was her thong. She asked me to lick her flower and get her good and wet. I truly could not believe that all of this was happening. The events. This was in a time before any girl was jaded about Barbie. The doll was tall and thin, with weird looking legs. She had a big boob rack and a tiny waist and hips. She didn’t look like any girl or woman I had ever seen. Perhaps that was part of her mystique? I was just making a developmental transition, at that age, from regarding my Barbie as a personal totemic being with extraordinary powers to understanding her as a toy that my dad got at some big store. Now that I understood that Barbie was.