I was such a bad, bad girl. A naughty tremble raced through me.Makeup was done, It was time to get that sex toy. There was a lingerie shop that had a ...��personal massager” section. They sold them to relieve “female stress.” I loved it. They also had a discreet selection of vibrators and dildos. Not the truly naughty ones you would find at a sex shop, but I could definitely find myself my first vibrator.I sauntered inside like I belonged, passing a few other women who were browsing the brassieres.. Next morning I left my office en route to my car and Carolyn was walking towards me in the car park, still wearing just her jacket and her high heeled, slip on, open toed sandals. We got into my car and with the jacket being so short she didn't have to lift it up at the back to sit down with her bare arse on her seat and sat with her jacket open, her sandals off and the soles of her feet together with her legs spread wide open, all the way to the airport. When we arrived at the airport and. " Aunt Linda grabbed my hands and moved them to her lingerie-covered breasts. "Squeeze them, Rob, but not too hard, you want to tease a woman, rub my breasts through my slip and bra, gently," she instructed me. I moved my hands slowly up and down on her covered breasts. They felt nice and I could feel my cock quickly getting some life back into it. "Unbutton my robe and kiss my mouth slowly, " she ordered. I sat up and moved my lips to hers. I had kissed a few girls and loved doing it. I moved. It was true that they carried him off like a prisoner, but he didn’t feel any hostility emaniating from them. Instead, he sensed their curiousity, which seemed to confuse him. The scientist in him took over. He studied them and liked what he saw. The group consisted of five women, who never spoke, but gestured a lot. He deduced that the gestures were their way of communicating with each other. He touched his chest, and said, “Byron.” They cocked their heads to the side, before gesturing madly.