All the while she turned her head from side to side, but her world had been limited to the darkness behind the mask. She dizzled on the verge of faint...ng.Melissa yelped in pain when strong hands grasped her upper arms and drew them back until her elbows touched. Leather shackles buckled tight, locking them there.Her ample tits with those wirginal pink nipples jutted forward as if to scream for attention. It all made her feel so much more naked. Warm tears moisted the hood.„Pick up your right. ? I felt it move in lazy circlesaround my stomach as it moved lower and lower down my body. I wanted it between my legs.?I craved it!? He took it across mypubic mound but then bypassed my vagina and worked it around the inside of mythighs. I felt my hips move up from the bed.? They were trying to move toward what my bodywanted.? I wasn?t really consciouslydoing it; all my mind was doing was reveling in the sensations.? When I realized what I was doing, I stoppedand tried to plant my butt on the. While laying at the foot of my daughter's bed, listening to the laughter of the whole cul-de-sac outside, I noticed the outline of a woman’s head peek into my daughter’s room. I naturally assumed it was my wife. I inspected my daughter, and listened for the telltale signs that she was indeed sleeping. I whispered “I think she’s asleep, I’ll be in our bedroom in a minute.” After watching my daughter for a few more seconds, to make sure she really was sleeping, I slowly crawled out of. "Yes certainly ma'am," came a friendly voice, "they were desperate for volunteers and women were certainly welcome in this day and age – as long as you are prepared to dedicate time to it." Within days she had received all the information she needed and was asked to be at the hall on the following Friday evening. Initially she would assist one of the experienced leaders and if she progressed could take on her own troop in time.Belinda could not wait until Friday as another week of hectic photo.