She left him alone in rollers and told him he would have to sit there for one hour. Poor George not only did he like women's clothing but at nineteen ...e was a human sperm pump. My sister, Grandmother, and I waited outside the door listening to him until grandma decided there was by now enough evidence. We rushed in to find the mini-skirt and the panties soaked. I mean soaked. His hardened member was still raging against the restrictions of the panties. Grandma made in "soak his panties" again. She laid back as he sat down in the chair, he slowly removed her sexy shoes, then skirt and final her moist panties. He started stroking her silken legs with his hands as his mouth rolled her stocking toes in his mouth, after giving each one attention his tongue went up the inside of her leg, beyond the stocking top to the bare skin. His tongue and fingers continuously playing until he was right at her moist flower, he could smell her and it turned him on even more his fingers inserted into her. Instead she was constantly nervous, and skittish. It wasn’t surprising really, and not an uncommon reaction in those dog-slaves who had been passive and unassertive in their human lives. He guessed she’d been the femme half of her relationship with her lover.Now she had moved away from him while he was examining Babette and was huddled in the rear corner of the pen. She even attempted to avoid him as he stepped towards her, brown tail swaying back and forth as she tried to move down the side of. She walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "That is great. It turns me on to have a vampire drinking my blood." I looked at her a little more closely and leaned down slightly and whispered back, "I like that thought." I nibbled her ear a little and she pulled into me and grabbed my ass. It was then that I realized how much I wanted this to happen. I was soaking wet and my pussy was throbbing. She started to take off my tank top and I did not even care about the croud, it turned me on even.