In reality,my own desires would usher me into sexual enslavement. Ironically enough,I still get aroused just recalling it.This intire experience (last...few weeks)was a jump into a land of exploration and hedonism, with no reins let alone supervision or even willingness to say no. I felt absolutely free to be me. So who knew......As I looked around,I noticed,many of the portraits and pictures on the wall were very attractive girls in all sorts of provocative poses,and most in there underwear.. I was breathing heavily my chest rising up and down and my nipples bullet hard. Mr Stapleton then raised me to my feet and Paul came over and started to suck my nipples – god his mouth felt so good with his tongue flicking over them. Meanwhile Mr Stapleton had released my skirt which lay in a puddle around my feet and started to rub my really wet slit from behind”.“Oh I think Sally is very much enjoying client contact, Paul, feel free to feel her cunt” said Mr. Stapleton. Paul pushed me back. " She said."You don't have to. Granny says I am good at it, and maybe it would be good practice for me." Miss Brown had a cotton shirt on , and it appeared that she had comfortable cotton pants on. At the time, I didn't know the difference between polyester and cotton, but she looked comfortable. She climbed up on her bed, lying on her stomach."Do you want me to start with your shoulders, or do you have a bad spot?" I asked her."My shoulders are always tired, but I will point to my back. Fingertips lightly poised on the front of Samantha's panties, I whispered in her ear, "Yellow. You're wearing yellow panties, my favorite."Samantha sighed and, whether she meant to or not, let her mound pout onto my welcoming fingers. I was right of course. Her skirt was brown and I knew that Mom always wore yellow panties when she wore a brown skirt."If you say please, I'll take them off and save them as a souvenir." Please," Samantha croaked.I tickled the gusset, discovered the groove and.