"SOLD!" said the slavetrader "SOLD TO HIS DIVINITY, THE AUGUST BENEVOLENT IMPERIAL MAJESTY! And the slim hand reach out again, and point at the girl: ...Tonight We are having a small garden party, and We thought the forcible defloration of a virgin might make for some light entertainment.Bring the girl to the palace, and don´t bother to put on those rags again, have her bathed, perfumed, do something with that hair, get her dressed for her task and her fate, and bring her to the garden at dusk.. I thought I hit the jackpot with Tim, similar age, he was cute, and lived really close which I had hoped/hope that will allow us to meet up on a regular basis. We began chatting through email somewhat late one night and attempted to make plans, but it was a weeknight and I had to work the next day. Tim was ok with putting our fuck session off for a day, his reason was because he likes to fuck for awhile. I was more than ok with this, because I was really hoping for a guy who would really take. Her erect nipples poked through the delicate cloth of her lacey bra, begging me to suck them. My mouth started to water as I could imagine the delicate taste of her flesh on my lips.Cindy brought her arms down and placed her hands flat on my chest. She gently tweaked my nipples with her fingers and then started rubbing her hands up my chest. Her fingers danced over my shoulders, continuing the caress along the undersides of my arms, up past my elbows. She had to lean over me completely to reach. We picked a pair of white patent leather pumps with a 1" heel. I looked through the top drawer of the steamer trunk under the basement stairs at all the slips, panties, camisoles, hose, garter belts, stockings, and bras folded neatly around the top. I had continued dressing in these 1-2 times a month, so I knew them all and which ones I wanted to wear, but I pretended not to care. I went with a pair of tan pantyhose (because of the body suit crotch) and a pink half-slip with a lace-trimmed hem..