“Does it feel nasty?” he asked me, rubbing my clit and fucking—yes, he was fucking my asshole—in a slow, easy motion and I was caught wiggling...between shame and pleasure.That first time, shame won out. I pulled away from him and got right out of the shower, drying off and not answering his calls, even when he stuck his head around the curtain.When we talked about it later that night, as we were falling asleep, I blushed red again, telling him I didn’t want to do anything like it, and that if he. Then held her hands and started pleading her. I told her that I always had lust for her since I was young. She was surprised and was feeling happy too from inside. She took me upstairs into her master bedroom and showed me the CCTV footage of me stealing her lingerie. I literally fell at her feet and begged her.She held my collar and said “ My husband is very busy and I get to have sex with him rarely. I always try to make him more horny by wearing the best possible lingerie. And you have. She refastened the belt and redid the skirt buttons. She re-tightened the ribbons on the other woman’s blouse sleeves. Then she pulled Sorrel’s blouse back together, making sure the backs of her hands rubbed against each breast as she did. She buttoned everything back one button at a time, slowly and deliberately. Her breath hot and heavy on Sorrel’s face and neck, she stepped back, ‘There, good, you’re as good as new, just like the pretty little girl who came in.’ She leaned forward and gave. Ophelia, was her name, not Imman, checked them, and pronounced them to be in order. She then showed Sukky everybody else’s certificates, Sukky noticed, with a butterfly in her stomach, that Ophelia’s was there too. “Right that’s that out of the way, lets get ourselves prepared, shall we” Sukky read the board, she was going to be a busy girl.Ophelia took Sukky to a room that was being used as a changing room. Sukky stripped off straightaway, nothing worse than underwear lines. Then went to the.