. I mean, even at my school . . . these kids come from good homes, rich homes, most of them . . . but they’re still fucked up. I feel like I’m the...r mother half the time. Or, not even their mother. More like a sex counselor.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Angie fell back in her seat, cradling the beer bottle against her chest. She had opened her jacket, since the heat was running in the van, revealing a baby blue blouse underneath. I noticed that her breasts had gained a cup size. They were no longer the. If I were in this position when the lady wished to walk she would tighten the ribbon completely, sealing me inside her pocket.I found this delightful for the first two days. On the third morning the Lady Petrova came into my presence as I was completing my ablutions and completely naked. I endeavoured to conceal my nakedness but she plucked the towel away. She lifted me and placed me in her apron pocket where I found that a seamstress had been at work. The inside wall of the pocket had been. The thought barely had time to creep into me that I was already making my move. As soon as the cum had been wiped away, I sprung to my feet. Once glance at my captor told me he was still weak from his recent orgasm. Perfect. The chain that kept me captive vanished into the darkness. I followed it, hoping beyond hope that finding its source would lead me to freedom. It wasnt exactly a good plan, but it was the only one I had. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness that surrounded. “Adieu!” shouted Elodie, “Vous êtes très sexy.”“Merci, vous aussi!” came the reply.I shook my head, “Unbelievable.”She giggled, “That was amazing, come on hurry up.”Holding my hand, marched over the heavy sand, we chatted excitedly. Flanked by the wooden stake fences, we strode up the sandy path through the thickets of long grass and dunes. Lousy with need, the prospect of driving back to Sainte Maxine leadened each step with its harsh reality. A sharp tug pulled me through an opening,.