Those books were kept out of sight, behind the counter, so they never got damaged. We did masturbate in front of each other while we were reading abou... some handsome man’s steely shaft sinking into the core of some voluptuous girl’s burning femininity. Censorship still prevented dirty books from being very dirty in 1947.Rachel brought an illustrated novel to her tree house one day and for the first time, we saw the parts we had been reading about. We both had our dresses pulled up above our. “Perfect!” she proclaimed after checking the glove “You’re completely clean. You won’t even need an enema today.” She got up and walked to the bathroom to discard the glove.“My friend should be arriving pretty soon, so if you need to take a leak you better do it now. Once we get started you won’t have the chance for a while.”James couldn’t help but find those words ominous, but kept his composure. “That won’t be necessary mistress.”As she walked back into the main room, the door bell rang.. The windowless place was stood on a platform of transport pallets to at least keep our boots out of the mud of the filthy street outside.I noticed that not a single soul was jolted by the sound of gunfire not far from our vantage point. I resisted my ingrained instinctive reaction to “hit the dirt” and knew immediately it was the correct response because the pair of whores at the next table just continued eating their eggs and steak like they were surrounded by a platoon of armed security. They cooked cubes of meat, sipped wine and talkedfor over an hour before they were finished. They were clearlyenjoying each other's company and would soon be enjoying eachother's bodies. The prolonged meal was part of the foreplay. Whenthey left for the bedroom, I cleared off the table and cleaned upthe kitchen feeling very left out. When James called out," Carla,get your sissy ass in here." it came almost as a relief. Ihurried to their bedroom as fast as those high heels would carryme. They.