He laughs. "Gee, you Brits are all so droll. Nope, you ain't got no choice at all. And, to make sure you stay put, you get strapped to the chair here,...too."So, he takes my cuffs off and clips each wrist to the chair. The chair is comfortable and heavy. As Gerry would say, the chair and I weren't goin' no place.He stands back and looks at me. It's a curious stare, appraising but not sexual."Hmmm, so you just startin' out here, Hon?" Yes, that's right; I arrived here, er, yesterday, I think.". From the way she wriggled a bit as I got into the more intimate places, I could see she was pretty much a novice at having another girl do this for her. Then I kissed her lips. My first move on her.“Oh God, that was nice,” she exclaimed.“There will be a lot more where that came from,” I assured her. Then took her hand and lead her to the bathroom.Before I got into the shower I turned and faced her and immediately kissed her as I kiss my partner. She responded perfectly and it seemed she liked. Stockings and suspenders were for me at the age of 18 a thing of pure fantisy, no girls my age ever wore them and I often fantasised what it would be like if Vicky came into my office sat on the desk with her skirt riding up to expose her legs and reveal that she was indeed wearing the sexiest garmnets made to man. One particular morning I hade cause to go into recetion where Vicky was sat typing at her desk, I had to kneel on the floor in front of the desk to sort some papers, it was the dsigh. Silly me, look at me just jabbering on and, and well any ways. My name is Isabelle Smith; I am 19 years old, and quite a knockout if I do say so my self. I'm 5 feet tall. My breasts are a 36 C. I have a little baby fat on my stomach, which my husband thinks is cute. Well at least he used to. My hips flare out forming an hourglass figure, which has been the wet dream of many, and an ass that would put Vida Guerra to shame. I run every day so my legs are thick and shapely. I have chestnut brown.