Still kissing my neck, his hand traced down my stomach and under my t-shirt. Squeezing my tit in his hand, rolling my nipple between his fingers.My pu...sy was getting hot and I could feel it getting wetter and wetter the more he pulled my nipples. If he could see my panties there would be a wet patch from how wet he is making me. We were in complete darkness so he couldn't see them. Although, I knew he knew what I was wearing from bending down so much in front of him earlier on. "I'm so wet. The young librarian was there in my local library as usual and she blessed me with one of her rare smiles when she returned my battered library card in exchange for the returned magazine, whispering, “Did you know that one of Marcia la Mare’s newest films, from 1938, a Cowboy and Indian adventure romance, “The Western Frontier”, was on at the Roxy all this week and they have a special matinee on early closing Wednesday afternoon?”“Are you going to see it?” I asked quietly.“Well, Mr Onslow,” she. " How so?" Tanner asked.Reaching in her backpack, Bridget pulled out a chastity cage, this timeit was made of metal and was barely half the size of his prior one.Placing it in his lap Bridget said, "First of all, we get you back inchastity. But this time because you choose to be locked up. With me asyour keyholder." With that she pointed to the keys dangling from thenecklace around her neck and nestled neatly in her cleavage."Umm, we could do that," Tanner meekly offered. Getting him back. Icame the first time, like for real as I reached the top of that pole. Idon't know if 8 or 9 is the age when most boys start having their firstwet dreams, but all mine revolved around panties and makeup. For whateverreason, it was the panties that I became fixated on. It doesn't hurt tohave a pretty ribbon on my head. And then, I noticed these girls in theirballet outfits. It drove me wild. It's like wearing a panty because youcan see their whole body shape. And the lines I see from a panty.