"What the hell?" I thought. I went over to the bed and pulled out the box. I was breathing hard with anticipation. I wasn't nervous; I wasn't scared; ... was horny and desperate. I tossed the top off the box and reached in and grabbed the huge piece of wood. I felt the tingle go up my arm. It felt good. I held the instrument in my hand and enjoyed the tingle as it worked its way through my entire body. When the tingle faded, I laid the tool on the bed, quickly stripped off the rest of my clothing. Moving back down I use a gentler stroke, I repeat this twice more. Moving to your other leg, I repeat the massage. When finished I drizzle more oil on each leg. Using a hand on each leg, moving them at the same time I massage your legs with firm strokes.Afterwards, I drizzle oil on your upper leg, using firm strokes. Moving slowly upwards, I stop just short of your firm ass. You softly gasp, then my hands move back down. I repeat this three more times, each time closer to your ass, and each. I mean, if a girl strips in front of a group of guys, she must be up for it. But sometimes something happens, then the girl starts crying rape, or gang rape. It’s not right.” The blokes began to nod their heads wisely; it was obvious they didn’t agree with the crap she was talking, but it was equally obvious they liked the effect of what she was saying. Helen took another swig; she was slowly getting drunk. She could feel the warmth of desire spreading up her body from her toes, like sap from. While Anastasia did not mind wearing a dress, she just did not want anything that could restrict her movements if she found herself in trouble. 'Preparation was the key to success', as Rac-Nur was fond of telling her.The fitting went well and the dressmaker was happy with his work and Anastasia was as well. While waiting for him to box up her purchase she perused the merchandise in his shop for anything that she might like. Finding nothing of interest, she paid for her purchase and with box in.