Her father was a strict sort that was not hesitant to dish out some corporal punishment to teach her to keep her undies up unless she had to go to the...ladies room. Needless to say, she was fully aware of the different varieties of sexual transgressions against either God or the Church and she made an effort to avoid them. When she failed, she was wise enough to hide the evidence and pretend innocence except to her confessor. Of course, her confessor was sworn to absolute secrecy according to. She would take herself to climax, shower and then sleep. She played with herself some more. She undid her bra and her lovely 36B breasts slipped out. She cupped them, switched the vibrator on to a low speed and circled her already erect nipples with it. The sensation of it hardened her nipples more. She let out a quiet gasp. Lay back and fingered herself. Rubbing gently at her clit, alternating that tight circular motion with an inserted, probing middle finger. She worked at herself and. "Syrius looked extremely doubtful still, turning the weird object in hishands over, but Alden patted him on the shoulder. "Just relax, it'll befun. We always liked looking at cute girls, now we get a much betterview," he said with a slightly nervous laugh."He's right," Viviane added. "Think of them as the ultimate slutmog, asyou call them."The two men turned and walked back out into the main room of Viviane'squarters, where the fireplace still roared and provided a nice, dry heat.They went. The two of them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen, with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for Sally. While she didn't really need the money, she had said that her Dad.