I slipped my had down her pants in a flash and felt the smoothest, wettest, moistest, and tender pussies in town (same disclaimer as above). I was in ...aLa Land, I was playing with titties I had seen before, but never touched, I was playing with a pussy I had seen before, but never touched, I plunged into her hole with 2 fingers, and looked into her face, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be liking it, then I gathered some of her copious wetness, and spread it on her tiny little cli,t and. Holding up ones that took his fancy for closer inspection, handing some to me and returning others to the rail. When he had selected enough we went to the changing rooms. He told me try on the babydoll outfits first. I changed into the first outfit, a black lace babydoll with a black thong. I called him when I'd changed. "Come out here." he replied. "Do I have to." Yes, unless you want me to come in there and punish you.I came out and he looked me up and down. He had me turn around. Then he. In this dress my boobs were practically spilling out and for the first time in months something happened: I could feel my pussy tingling. I began to lean over to let my boobs stick out more and could see him notice more. I could feel my pussy spasm and begin to get wet. I didn’t have panties on so my pussy juice began to run into my thigh and I was getting turned on. He finished his presentation but I could tell he was distracted, which made me feel even more turned on. Did I turn him on?. And exposed did I feel! “You are a pretty thing, my horny little student, but that bush you have here is disgusting. You’ll be thanking me for getting rid of it. Bridget?” I had my upper body propped up on my elbows and watched Bridget’s hand descend on my pubes with trepidation, quite aware that this was going to be uncomfortable, if my experiences with plucking my eyebrows were anything to go by. I wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t real torture, but when she picked a hair at the top of my bush between.