"Hold it above your head like you are celebrating that you have just wonthe Fa Cup. Then put your hands through between the straps and body ofthe gar...ent and let go."I did so.My chemise cascaded down my body as Leanne asked, "Don't you just lovethe feel of that smooth silk caressing your body?"I nodded as I began the first night of my life in lingerie.Leanne reached under my pillow and produced another smaller piece ofsilk like a magician produces a rabbit from a hat.It was a pair of panties. Maybe she could even work in an office. Such things were surely not beyond the reaches of possibility.The journey to London was long and tiring. The only means of travel she could afford were hitch-hiking and walking. At night she slept in bus shelters or under bushes.It might have taken Eugenie less time to get to London if she'd been less careful. She turned down several suggestions made by lorry drivers and private car-drivers that she should provide sexual services in exchange for the. I slip my finger into my wet entrance then over my clit, showing Him how much i want Him. I show Him how His arousal makes me so wet and needy for Him.He smiles down a me, His cock still in His one hand , with His other hand, He curls His fingers into my hair pulling my face to His downy pubis. He presses my nose into His balls. His curly russet hair is moist, He smells of soap and the musky smell that is particular to Him. His balls are soft against my lips, i stick out my tongue to taste Him. He could pull me down on his cock. Control my pace. Make me gag. But he doesn’t. he doesn’t need to. He’s taught me what he expects, and what the consequences are for failure.Drool and precum make a bubbly trail down my chin, pasting part of the bag to my face. There’s something disgusting about soggy paper, something that makes you think garbage. Wearing the thing, having it glued to my face by the fruits of cock worship, make me think I am garbage.“If you were trained properly, you wouldn’t.