It felt like a thin metal and fit snugly, but not so that it threatened to impede breathing. The fear of the unknown led her to think of the sensation...as fingers at her throat. Then came memory. She was in the markets in the south quarter of the city shopping for some odds and ends for the house. Good deals could be had and Mistress had an affection for the handmade quilts from the merchants there. The now-captive had arranged for delivery of several and moved on to the rest of her list when. “Do you really want this, or is the just the liquor?” Alexandra asked. “I want this,” Catherine said. “I really want this . . . see?” she said as she grasped Alexandra’s hand and pulled it up under her skirt, daring Alexandra to feel her wetness. As Alexandra felt her cotton panties, moist with pleasure; she pushed them aside to stroke her soft lips. Alexandra was pleasantly surprised to see that Catherine had also visited the salon today, and was also devoid of hair. Alexandra slowly pushed. We usually were naked the entire time and we took turns making each other cum until we were both exhausted. Our record for one day was five cumshots each.The weekends were different. Someone was at my or his house almost all of the time so we had to control ourselves until Monday came along. But sometimes we couldn't hold back and we would do it outdoors. Either behind some thick bushes in his yard or in the narrow walkway that was between our wooden backyard fence and the neighbor's detached. As she sat thinking about John's kiss good-bye and his wishing her luck before he left for work, Barbara heard the slamming of car doors. She peered out the back window and noticed Cheryl, Beth and another girl she didn't recognize walking to her door. She wasn't sure whether she should greet them in her robe or to remove it and answer the door nude. As the first wave of shame came over her, she decided she would leave the robe on. She walked slowly to the back door and opened it just as the.