Cupping my pussy, I feel how damp my barely-there panties are. My fingers are instantly coated with my sweet, sweet honey and I bring them to my lips,...painting them with my pleasure. She kept me on edge all night and I know she wanted me to tell her to use me. I wanted her to use me, I still do. Why did I tell her no? I don’t want to be a good girl, so why am I torturing myself like this?My body continues to sway, giving the reflection in the mirror a show. I slowly slide my panties to the. He outdid himself again. I was so pleased with this one, I decided to buy it instead of rent it. He made a few alteration chalk marks to be sure it fit perfectly and told me it would be ready next weekend. It had a cutaway jacket with a thin silver lapel stripe. The vest was a matching silver gray with a black lapel stripe. And the tie wasn’t really a tie. It was a kind of cravat that had a ruffled band that slid up to hold it together instead of being knotted. The silver and black combination. Esfalan was shocked at some of the intimacies and yet there was no way to turn away.And still the flow of words went on. Some tales were of later years, some of earlier, no rhyme or reason could Esfalan find in the pieces he caught. The sun and dark flickered through the crack in the cliff wall, amazingly, too fast to make out, leaving the cave in a kind of grey half-light while the tales of Avatharel's years went on.Esfalan heard a dominant thread in the muddle of voices, and began to listen. I couldn't do that. He told me to SIT!, so I sat on the toilet. I just couldn't pee with him watching. He told me to either do it or be aware that 48 hours could become indefinite. I sat there embarrassed and miserable, and finally, after a long time, it began to trickle out, then become a deafening steady stream. Finished, I wiped myself dry and stood up, flushing the toilet. CHAPTER V Now I stepped into the shower and began to wash, first shampooing my hair, and then soaping my body. I shaved.