She smiled at me and somehow I think I managed a smile back at her. This was her signal to run a finger along my pussy slit and gently push in between...the little labia, as far as it would go. I remember distinctly that at that time my labia only opened a little bit, and wouldn't open all the way until I was older.Looking down at Laura's groin, I saw that her Bikini was also damp at the crotch, though she hadn't been in the pool. Laura saw my look, and took her hand off my pussy to pull at the. Come on in."I closed my eyes, took another breath, opened them, and opened the door. In one one-hundredth of a second, I thought of a hundred things I wanted to say to April.But I didn't say any of them.April was sitting against the wall in Ann's bed, wearing a t-shirt that obviously wasn't made for her, since it hugged her breasts too tightly and barely covered her navel. She had a blanket draped over her lap, and her bad ankle was resting on a pillow with what looked like an Ace bandage. Put the suspenders through under yourpanties and then fix the stockings."I did as directed and did the same with the other stocking.When Alison passed me a matching bra to the suspender belt andpanty girdle I realised she had bought all this new lingerie."Did you buy all this lingerie for the party?", I asked."Yes. I don't have a panty girdle and I knew you would need oneand my waist is smaller than yours so my suspender belt would notfit nor would my bra."I did not correct her saying they did. One thing that surprised Eric about the man was that he had little interest in seeing Eric fuck himself. Most men who requested photos wanted to see him finger fuck himself, or watch him violate himself with a pencil, or the handle of a hairbrush. However, though Master had strongly demanded a series of photos close up on his tight pucker, Master had never actually asked him to fuck himself. In fact, as the session ended, Eric laying back in his computer chair, still slowly jerking his cock.