He then held the phone up to her ear, an evil sounding female voice chortled ?You uppity bitch, you will soon learn the pleasure of lesbian sex, don�...t go anywhere?. The conversation was terminated, Paul produced a lycra hood and pulled it over Kathleen’s head, her sensory deprivation was now complete.Kathleen’s anxiety was so intense, she knew that she could not survive were it not for the extra sedation. Paul casually remarked to her that being blindfolded would make the anxiety of waiting for. ?Hast dich wohl f?r deinen Mann chic gemacht?, sagte er und fuhr mit den Fingerspitzen meine rasierten Leisten entlang.Tats?chlich hatte ich mir heute morgen, als meine M?dchen zur Schule gegangen waren, die Schamhaare Rasiert, nur einen zwei Finger breiten Steifen stehen lassen.?Mach die Beine breit? sagte er.Ich r?hrte mich nicht.Ohne ein weitere Wort nahm er sein Messer und setzte die Messerspitze am Anfang meines Schlitzes an.Ich kapitulierte und ?ffnete die Beine. Sofort war seine Hand auf. I had worn pairs of her panties before, but that was about pleasure, about getting off and having something, anything of a woman’s nearby. But I couldn’t wear a skirt. Could I? I wanted to. Why did I want to?My eyes flickered to the corner, where a pile of old clothes had fallen forgotten behind the hanging things. The fuzzy, soft pink sweater was in my hand in a flash and before I knew what I was doing, I was holding it up to my chest and the skirt to my waist and I knew I had to do it. I had. This was the most sexual non-sexual experience of my life and I knew if I were to reach down and touch my clit I would've cum on the spot. I guess I was so engrossed I hadn't realized Jon was calling me. He was now lying next to me on his chair and looking at what I was looking at. This caused the stranger to stop his little game and pretend to look away. "You little tart" Jon joked. "Don't you know it's not polite to stare at big cocks?" "So I can only stare at the little ones?" I joked back.