Already, Diane could feel the wetness gathering there along the furry crack of her cunt and ass. She shifted her hips, the heat in her loins mounting....er hands ran down her front, her fingers just touching the top of her blonde pussy-triangle. She scratched her fingernails through the kinky hair there, arousing the sensitive skin underneath it. She fluffed up her cunt-bush, making what cunt-fur she did have stand up tall and thick.Then she ran her hands back up herself slowly, letting them make. B. completely naked, legs wide apart and arms stretching for the clouds. Slowly she bent over in a Jack LaLayne pose and held that posture for about ten full seconds. When she lifted herself up from the waist, she slowly twisted to her left and was standing there twisted but facing me. I would guess she had 44 D cup breasts, a bit of a belly roll, ample hips and the roundest butt this side of heaven. Mrs. B. looked like a Rubenesque model stepped off the actual canvas. Her left hand came up. One day, urged by her own curiosity, she tasted it herself. When the fever of its effects broke hours later, Lydia swore to never share even one sweet drop of this elixir with any other but her own tongue. On that special dark night when her nurturing of Cecelia involved breast play at its most intense, Lydia had dismissed her Handmaiden, bolted the door and surveyed the bedchamber. The hearth with its new wood illuminated its lower ceilings, vaulted curtained windows between tapestries. That. "Ok,if that's the way you want it." He bent down and scooped up my clothes and stripped the sheets from the bed, including the one I had wrapped around me. He headed for the door."Where are you going?" I asked, crying. "Can I please have my clothes back? I'll call my mom and get you the money."He paused at the door and laughed harshly. "Your mom? Fuck that, puto, you're over 18, You gonna earn that money." He left and closed the door behind him. I heard a clicking noise. I ran to the door and.