Most were blushing as red as lobsters, but determined to go through with it. "I want to do this, but this first time, I might need help, so that I don...t tear any of my clothing with my shaking fingers or hands." At this she laughed nervously.Andi and Melanie both hugged her and helped her remove the straps of her sundress from her shoulders. Then they helped slide the elasticized dress down over her breasts and over her hips.When Melanie unhooked her bra she mentioned, "You weren't supposed to. “What kind of dog is it?” I asked.“What kind do you think it is?” Mr. B asked.“I don’t know.” I told him.“Look under his belly. Mr. Benson said.I looked. I stupidly, was thinking that the kind of breed this dog would somehow be written on his underside. I got on my hands and knees and looked on the dog’s belly. I could see nothing.“Mr. Benson said. “Look closer.”By now my head was practically under the dog and the only thing I could see was a bunch of hair and the dog’s penis, of which the pink. I just felt so wonderfully wicked.”“That’s the old story of forbidden fruit tasting the sweetest, but I know what you mean. I also think whilst some women give wonderful head, in most cases men are far better at sucking a guy off as they know exactly where the most sensitive places are without having to be told.”“Polly gives me good head but not as good as you did.”“You can think yourself lucky then, Anne hates sucking me. She does it occasionally but it’s more of a lick than a suck. But again. She struggled with the notion of wrestling it back or just yielding to Violett’s charm. “H-how do we start this?” Dana asked.Violett spoke slowly in a low, soft voice. “The gentry ... usually start with me giving them a bubble bath; they expect to be served.” Her fingers touched the back of Dana’s hand and slowly glided up her arm, “The working girls ... want me to give them a body massage first; they like to be lavished.” Her eyes followed her fingers as they moved over Dana’s shoulder and.