Most had been quite good. Her latest tryst with Michael had only whetted her appetite for American men. She had seen how caring and considerate the la...gest part of them had been, and was hoping to belong to another group of people such as they had been part of before, in Thailand. She had thoroughly enjoyed sharing, and being shared, with other people. She hadn't always been like that. In fact, the first time it had happened, she had cried before she was taken, and had been so scared that she. Too soon I pulled away. ‘Chris,’ I said, ‘this is nice and all but we are wasting time. We have a challenge to win. Besides, I’m still mad at you.’ I gathered up the contents of my bag, mentally noting that all we needed was one tea light to complete the list. ‘Fine Chrissy, but this is far from over.’ I just glared at him and headed out of the room. I picked up the pace from a light jog to more nearly a run. We had time to pick up, plus it prevented us from talking. I wanted time to think. I. The ache in my nipples is starting to tell. I try to keep as still as possible to prevent the weights from moving, but the cool breeze from the window causes them to swing in a minute arc. Every oscillation shoots pleasure-pain to my core, and causes my sex to respond and flower. I’m straining to hear what you’re doing. I’m anticipating. ‘Six. You count them. Aloud.’ you say. My heart is racing, but my muscles are not tense. I let myself relax against the cross, waiting for the sound of two. ”“Where did you get it?”“Ahh… well… It belongs to my mother…”“I see…” I replied suggestively. “I take it this isn’t the first time you have slipped into one of her outfits?”“I can’t pretend it is to be honest. If they have some stretch in them they fit like a glove.”“Oh it fits like a glove all right!” I said as my fingers walked along his bulge. My free hand swiftly slid behind him to cup one of his titillating buttocks. Oh how that material followed his figure. It was such a profound erotic.