"That should keep your clitty up," Mistress Wanda said, turning a knob on the tube of the penis pump.Air hissed into the pump. The suction on Michelle...s cock was removed almost at once, but her clitty remained hard and throbbing. Mistress Wanda slid the penis pump off Michelle's well-lubricated cock. Michelle's penis slapped down on her belly, but it remained hard.Mistress Wanda climbed on the bed and straddled Michelle's helpless body. The Mistress lifted Michelle's hard cock and rubbed its. "Auntie says you've figured everything out." Glancing at Annette, she added, "If he cums, they're all gonna line up to kick your ass!" I had some good guesses," I admitted."Auntie made me come down -- looks like I'm needed." She scowled at Annette, who had yet to surrender my glans."Well, you weren't going to get another shot anyway, were you?" I pointed out."No," Trina pouted."On the other hand, you're down here and they're up there..." Yeah..." Trina's eyes lit. "Netta, scoot over!" She. Spread them out and hold them up for me.” With an excited, exasperated, exhilarated, frustrated, confused sigh, she timidly fans out the lacy panties and holds them for my inspection. “Thank you. Now put them in your purse.” She quickly snatches the panties from open view and crams them back in her bag. All the while, scanning for anyone who might be sending too much attention our way. I point to the wall next to her, “Now, lean back right there, pull up your skirt and show me your pussy.” . She made a nice cup of tea anyway. At 16, I wasn't exactly hard to please as far as women go. I fancied all of them if they looked even half attractive. I've also loved nylon stockings and feet for as long as I can remember, on the legs obviously, but more importantly the way they caressed ladies feet making them warm and soft and beautiful to look at and, I imagined, to touch. Although I can't recall ever actually having an excuse to touch a pair of attractive nylon covered feet when I was.