It was her turn now and she was not quite certain how she would react to the certain humiliation waiting for her. In fact, she was convinced she would...be treated more harshly because the rebels had no love for white foreigners, either male or female. At least, as a female, she would not be disposed of out of hand and be allowed to live a bit longer to keep them entertained while they waited for reinforcements from other central African countries with pipelines of trained militants.She was. I stretched out my bed with a huge grin on my face.I let my hands begin to wander,first teasing my thin blouse,making them stand out like little bullets,then moving down to my flat tummy, As his laugh echoed in my mind,I let my fingers find the bottom hem of my blouse and pulled it up slowly,imagining it was him doing this,I squeezed my littles slowly for a while then let a hand wander lower,I felt a moan escape my lips and slipped my hand into my panties finding my wet lips.I couldn't believe. And it had to be different than cunnilingus. Girls did not have a long, fleshy tube that expelled sperm between their legs. They had a warm, wet, tasty slit; almost like a vertical mouth, that was fun to immerse yourself in.The thoughts came and went with no real intention, on my part, of actually experimenting on another guy. I did, in times of real need, wish I was double-jointed, so I could do it to myself. It had to be better than my hand.In my senior year, I met Allison. We were in the. They were exquisite. Soft and satinywith layers of lace. Jane made me stand as she slid them up my legs,pulling them tight and covering my chastity belt.Jane walked over to the drawers and brought out a pink box tied with aribbon. She undid the ribbon and removed the lid, showing a mass ofdelicate paper. On unwrapping the paper she brought out the contents. Apink full corset! Oh no, surely she did not want me to wear this!Jane moved in front of me and wrapped the corset round my body. Sheasked.