Callie reached her hand out, tentatively touching the woman’s bare breast, feeling the warm slickness of her skin, careful not to disturb the metall...c clamps still pinned on her teats. She drew her hand along the underside of the bobbing mound, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the naked woman whose head was still encased in the metal box.?Who? who is that?? Shannon asked groggily, unable to see the girl from the confines of the box around her head.?You look so beautiful,? Callie responded as. “Of course not, darling,” Emma says. She kisses her gently on the forehead. “You can do whatever you like.” She continues moving her hand over the firm flesh of her back, still drawing the figure eight. My hand moves down to her bottom and I stroke it with my fingertips, earning a small wiggle and a quiet moan.“Mmm… Yes please...”I've always found an aspect of performance in every interaction with another person, a failing of mine, I suppose. Even if the conversation is easy, the company. "My hand on her thigh started to sweat and I didn't want to become obvious, so I pulled it away. She shifted and was saying that her feet hurt from her boots. So she put her legs up across my legs and rested them there. "Why don't you take these off and relax." I said without thought.I unzipped het boots and pulled them off. Next thing I knew, I was rubbing her feet. Where I got the guts to do this I didn't know but I just went with my instincts. "You don't have to do that." She said."No,. "No, problem," his voice cracked. He was still shocked by the suddenness of the transformation.Stacey stood up and brushed herself off. She then helped Tim up. "Did you enjoy dinner?" Yeah ... It was great."Stacey giggled. "Thanks hon." She walked back into the dining room and started clearing the table. "Oops, it looks like I dropped a dish. If you clean it up for me, I'll give you something special," she said in a singsong voice and winked at Tim.Tim didn't do anything. He just stood there.