I step into them and vikki pulls them up tight then smoothes the legs down to just above my knee. By this time I am so excited I start to get hard. �...Enough of that!” says Mistress, slapping my penis through the bloomers with her riding crop. “Petticoats next! Seven layers in white chiffon, if you please vikki.” Vikki goes to the wardrobe, returns with the oh-so-gorgeous pettis and I step into them. Vikki arranges them nicely, tugging them up and down till they are perfectly even.“Now we need a. I stayed a second night and the next morning ended up being a huge step, I went for the gold and jumped in the shower right after him. Without thinking twice I went down to my knees and took him in my mouth. Not what I expected really but I enjoyed it, he had to coach me a little but I like to think I got the hang of it. I can just remember it feeling so great after so long finally doing what I wanted. Eventually he finished and I let him take an actual shower so i got dressed and went out to. .. a ... a ... girl.After one of my all night sex sessions with Doris and company I find myself often now daydreaming that I’m this old (well a well preserved old anyway) white haired Sultan, up in this big palace laying on these big fluffy pillows like in those Arabian Nights movies. Around me are all my wives and slaves and out further still are all my sons and their wives and slaves. I have to think one of my slaves put that daydream in there, but like the song Sweet Dreams by Emily Browning. .you can’t be alive I mean it’s impossible. It doesn’t even make sense.” Stephanie stammered.“You make it sound like it’s a bad thing. I know you enjoyed yourself. Not bad for a first orgasm huh?” Her pussy taunted yet again as she stumbled over to her bed.“Yes….okay I admit it felt amazing I guess, but it’s only a matter of time before I’m a lab experiment.” Stephanie said, feeling strange as she talked to her crotch.“Honey I can be very discrete. It’s not like I’m going to start.