- She would wear only skirts or dresses when going out with me. And the length wouldn't be down to her ankles either.- She would wear front- buttoning...blouses with v- or scoop necklines that show a moderate amount of cleavage. And she had the breasts to fill this one easily.- If pullover type blouses are worn, must have my approval and be tight. - Get the kind of bras that accomplish the third request.- Must wear shoes with high heels- nothing too high, but no flat bottom shoes with me, except. It had circular rings engraved on it at regular intervals. Sandy brought me up to it where an official had shown her to stand me. Four other men were brought up too each in charge of a woman. At the official's nod, Sandy started to wank me. Of course, I reacted to her lovely fingers beautifully, stiff and rearing as befitted my eighteen years and not at all phased by the shouts and encouragement of the watching women. Of course, all my competitors were too, novices meant that we were all of a. I was aware that in such a small place everyone must know everyone else and that gossip could destroy reputations in an instant. On the other hand, Micheline had told me she was footloose and fancy free and determined to enjoy the later years of a life that had been short on both variety and luxury.She arrived halfway through my first beer and said she wanted a sweet Martini with ice, which she sipped nervously. I tried to work out if she was nervous about what she and I might be about to do or. I couldn't help but watch. Who wouldn't? It was sexy as hell, watching the tip of her finger disappear into her red painted mouth. I think she enjoyed seeing me watch her. When she touched her wine stained finger to my lip, my tongue darted out for a taste. I don't think I could've stopped myself if I had wanted to. She did it again. Again I tasted. When she took her finger and ran it across her lips, I felt an intense rush of heat through my pussy. I bent over to run my tongue across her.