He pressed the cane hard against my 'Camel Toe', now viable as he continued to push the cotton material in between my lips, 'I said take them off' and...my fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and drew them down over my hips and thighs, as if they had a mind of their own, but no further, as the cane was still pressing hard into my vagina.I slowly stood upright, his cane still firmly between my legs and my knickers part way down my thighs, with the crotch embedded into my pussy, secured by. You clearly are not a lesbian.” She confessed.I didn’t know what to say. She was right, I wasn’t a lesbian but, I had been attracted to her. I squeezed her hands and smiled. Trying to break the tension I joked. “Well, you could have asked for a date. Also calling me sexy has been known to get a person a date or two.” Holly smiled. The whole atmosphere of the meeting changed. It was no longer two gal pals having dinner. It was a full on date.We finished our meals and Holly paid the bill. I tried. Soon the area near the front of my slit started to swell and feel really tight. My mound got a lot bigger and the whole area started to hurt. This was not what the girls at school had described so I stopped, turned on the light and got a small mirror to see what was going on. Once after a sex-ed class I had used a mirror to examine myself so I knew what the normal girl stuff down there looked like. This time when I spread my labia, the virgina area looked normal but my urethra (my pee hole) was. I sensed she was too embarrassed to look right at me. Finally, after a rather lengthy silence between us, she asked, “Are you looking for a private show if your own?”“That’s totally up to you,” I replied.“Is my raise contingent on doing a show for you?” she asked.“No,” I replied. “You still get the raise whether you do a show for me or not. I don’t work that way. You can say ‘No’ and still get the raise.”Rachel sat in silence, processing what I was telling her. She took a deep breath and.