’ Richard removed my handcuffs from the front and relocked them, this time my arms were behind my back. ‘Let me see, first chocolate and then st...awberry’ he said contemplating making me wait until I felt a silky coldness as he painted my areola and nipples, I was squeezing my legs together moaning with pleasure as he licked and sucked the ice cream off… desperate to taste his lips. ‘You’re one hot little bitch, Beth. Say it or I won’t let you come.’ ‘I’m a hot little bitch, Sir’ I repeated. "Thank you for noticing. Did that asshole notice? No. He didn't even notice I don't have a panty line."Standing up, she turned and pulled her shirt up over her ass. Without thinking, I looked and agreed there was no panty line. Then it hit me, no panty line means no panty. My sister was going commando. "All he had to do was pay some attention to me and he would have had a great night that he could brag to his friends about. But no, the new Call of Halo or whatever the fuck it is that came. (One of my better 'Uncles' had come from where he called ' Bristle') The lighting in the kitchen was rather dim; low wattage bulbs had replaced the usual 60 watts, and there was a tape of Country and Western music playing. It was not my favourite sort of music but it went well with the ambience of the dim lights, and a sluttish woman coming on to me speaking' Bristle', in a sort of ersatz honky- tonk bar.Sadie was a redhead! {Not a wig, so Pippa must have dyed her hair for the part. Actually it. His small hands pulled down the panties and he saw just what he had expected to see - a hairless pair of lips that he knew would lead to a vagina - his vagina. His fingers felt along the smooth crevice as he sought to confirm the evidence of his eyes. It felt so different down there, and he briefly mourned the loss of his penis as he tried to make sense of what had happened."I..I'm just a little girl!" she said, as she remembered the lucky charm and how the old man had said it would change his.