My clothes feel heavy as I take them off, first my blazer, then my shirt. The buttons pop one by one as I make my way down towards the bottom, the bla...k sheer material gliding off my skin onto the floor. Next my pencil skirt. It's tight, so I have to slide it down my legs using both hands. I straighten up and realise the curtains are open. I'm too tired to care. My black stockings feel tight around my thighs, I take them off one by one, relishing the feeling of the cool air on my bare legs. I'm. Under my fingers, I can feel a slight trembling as your musclesbegin to tire. After several minutes, the trembling increases and themuscles in your calves begin to cramp. I watch with fascination as youweigh in your mind the relief that lowering your body will give your legsversus the punishment that your clitoris will receive from the bristles.Your initial, tentative experiments convince you that the burningsensation in your muscles is preferable to the prickling sensation in yourvulva. . Well, now what do you say? You know I'm in deep shit if I turn this down, right? So, it turned out that I was still going on my three-day trek and now I was taking my little sister. Well, at least she wasn't little-little, she was fifteen, so it wasn't too bad. But, she'd never been hiking before and her camping was limited to a few times in tents at summer camp when she was ten or eleven.So, I figured it was okay to have her come along, even though I would need to pace myself so she could keep. Is something wrong?" Willow balled the t-shirt in her hands and held it against her chest. "No, nothing's wrong." He turned back to the tent and busied himself with checking to make sure it was set up properly. What is wrong with me that I want to jump him? Willow wondered. I mean I was just sitting here in the rain, my clothes are soaked, I was scared to death and now… Now all she could think of was his arms around her body and his lips locked on hers. "Okay, there's one thing wrong." Clay's.