..foolish...”, he continued as his hand moved over my breast fondling it and he also ran a finger other the soft warm folds of my pussy, which cause... me to whimper against his lips and my shivering back to press harder against the wall. “And you are soaking wet and wonderful.”, he said with a smile and pressed his finger against my entrance collecting my juices as it slid up to my clit. He then raised the finger and rubbed the tip of it over my breast, spreading my wetness on the hard. I guess that I’ve got to thank you for that Tanya. We must do it again, soon”I laughed a bit then said,“How about tomorrow night?” I joked.“It’s a date.”“Hey, have you been for a massage yet?” Carrie asked.When I asked her about it she told me that I definitely MUST have one, and that I MUST have a full body massage from a masseur called Manuel; he was the best. I wondered how many massages Carrie had had. I wondered if the full body massage was like the one that I’d had when I had neck ache.. Lilly waited patiently. When he was sure, he let her in.The place was filthy. The concrete floor was dirty, with piss stains everywhere. Wet toilet paper was sticking in places. The toilet itself was metal and didn't have a seat you could lift. Not like a lifting seat would stop people from pissing on it, in a place like this.--- "You have to pee, young lady?" --- asked the man.--- "So, sir. I'm OK." --- she said, not understanding his intentions.--- "Pity." --- he said, stroking his cock. Every day of her life she would curse fortune for depriving her of her right to a mother.At least there were a lot of pictures. Her father had once been an amateur photographer, president of the photography club in high school, and quite good. But that was long, long ago. In a back room, seldom used, the stacks of photo albums gathered dust.*It was a princess party, though only two other princesses answered the lure of the invitations. It was a bit disappointing, thought Tessie, but at least.