I shivered in ecstasy as he licked my clit, then growled in frustration as his mouth moved to kiss my inner thigh. There was laughter in his eyes as h... teased me. He kissed down one leg, then the other, licking me behind each knee, lightly biting each ankle. When he suddenly moved back to my waiting pussy I gasped. He attacked me with every ounce of skill he had. He nibbled lightly on my pussy lips before darting his tongue inside me. Then, he pushed the flat of his tongue hard over the hood of. I could justhear Mom saying, "Lorelei, this is Lorelei." Too silly. Finally Ihad it: Somebody (was it our teacher in school?) had told a storyabout a sad ballerina named Giselle. (I had somehow missed thecrucial point that Giselle was the name of the character, not of thedancer herself.) I pictured myself in tights and a tutu with thename Giselle. That was it. I would be the Sad Ballerina Giselle.The next day Mom came back from shopping with an armload ofpackages. She had obviously. Worse everynatural slave and serum girl in the pleasure house is assembled. Youfeel their eyes on you and sense their keen interest. This interestfalls upon you bodily for in those many eyes you can see all manner ofemotions directed at you - pleasure, amusement, scorn, vindictiveness,lust, worry, pity and regret. Under this onslaught you find yourselfconfused and unsure. Being uncertain is nothing like you. You were themaster. You controlled their destiny. Now they control yours.You stand self. Everything had to appear normal to the outside world. We didn't have any worry about the back. You couldn't see into our Rec Room without climbing a steep embankment filled with the only thing that kudzu couldn't compete with, wild blackberry vines, scaling a fence (overlapping wood so there were no inconvenient cracks) and then approaching the house with motion detector lights. Still, now that I had a part on TV, it was something to keep in mind. Some idiot just might try it.What would.